December 16, 2009
He takes a lancet and dips it into his finger. Blood flows, it looks so red. He feeds it to the machine, looks at the resulting number– 400. ‘It’s too high, time to take out the needle’ he tells me with a wry smile. It breaks my heart seeing my dad inject himself with insulin [...]
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December 11, 2009
I'll take a quiet life, a handshake, some carbon monoxide. — Radiohead #
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