Fucking Cockroaches

I have a friend from college, a terrific writer, who is blogging is way though his second bout of cancer in the last three years. Apparently cancer is like a cockroach. You think you’ve killed it and the little fucker sneaks right back in when you’re not looking.

Billy is the character in the movies who shows up looking like a ruffian and then begins to recite sonnets. You might not guess it if you didn't take a minute to find it. He's da guy from New Joisey who tawks like dis..... sometimes. Then he turns on a dime and does letters like a scholar, only without the affected self-importance. About ten years ago we were at a party where Billy was telling stories about showing off his testicle ring in a lesbian bar. After his first round with cancer he bemoaned his lessoned matrimonial prospects. What did he have to offer now that he was only a semi-colon? Billy is fighting to beat this thing. Some days it seems like he’s doing really well. Some days it is just kicking his ass. No one knows how it will work out, or even if it will work out at all. That seems really grim for a guy who is only thirty seven, but it’s the truth. Even Billy would tell you that.

Despite the name, Billy has mercifully declined to include actual pictures of his colon online, but his site is fascinating. Please take a look. http://billyscolon.blogspot.com/