You know, I just watched my dad, my hero, suffer with pancreatic cancer for 4 and a half years. He fought like the soldier he is, from a stage 2 diagnosis until the very end, when the cancer finally took over and fucking ravaged his body and mind. He became just a shell of the man he once was.

It was fucking brutal. And the day he died, September 9th, will forever haunt me.

I dont wish this disease on anyone by any means. But I'll be God damned if John Lewis and the disgusting human being he is somehow gets miraculously cured…