Another Letter to My Departed Brother...

Just watching movies from 2002 when you were already complaining about what you thought was acid reflux (and we later learned to be a colon tumor that proved fatal), and it's eerie, sad and disturbing...that we had the warning signs and didn't know what to do about them, were "too busy" for "the inconvenience" or some other lame excuse.  All I can say is...I'm so sorry, Mark.  I feel like a lame schmuck. I know you're in a better place now.  You wouldn't like it here.  We're in the middle of an economic recession, so you'd probably be out of work and homeless.  I'm hanging on by a thread.  Going to get some shitty low-paying job somewhere to supplement things.  Miss the warm, sweet, fuzzy times we used to enjoy...Mike