“My doctor believes I’ve got two or three years at the most, eight months to a year on the low end. I try not to think about it too much. When it comes, it comes.”
Alex took a small sip of his beer, trying to calm his nerves while speeding past a line of slow moving eighteen wheelers. As I watched him grasp his own mortality, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of remorse takeover. It was in this moment that I remembered why I had avoided him and his brother Rickey. The moment of reflection saddled me with guilt and a strange sense of regret. I hated experiencing these human feelings. Feelings that weakened me to my core.
“I’ve been getting my affairs together,” Alex stated after dropping the empty beer can on the floorboard beneath him.
“My will. I picked out a grave plot. Planned out t
