Conversations of Mortality and Resilience: A Story of Life, Laughter, and Unexpected Realizations

I would be so sad if you died. Shit, me too. Honestly, I literally. I’m not missing it. I didn’t even know you took it. So whenever you wanna bring it back. I’m so happy you’re alive. Like, I can laugh about it now. The fact that I have to drive an exit on Long Island, which is closer to the city than most states, and you have to drive an exit to go to 7 11 is mind boggling. That’s ridiculous. 500 for that fucking thing? Yeah. Holy shit. I don’t even know where the closest Duncan is. Don’t get me started on Duncan. Please. Yeah, believe I’m. I’m. After all that, I said, what can I afford? Oh, so you worked all day, and then what happened? Did you drive yourself to the hospital? No, I drove myself home. After. After I was in a lot of pain for a couple of hours. Then I go, you know what? A fucking rough day today. Sat down three glasses of wine, huh? Come on, honey. Get back into bed and lay down beside me. You’re gonna be fine. I just. I’m gonna be fucking dead. Get your ass up and bring me to the fucking. And they said you’re an idiot. You had a heart attack 16 hours ago. You putting your phone. If I die, like, contact these people, please. Yeah.