there you go buzzkills
second installment chat with michael, our brave weirdo.
Michael: still alive
me: oh great
how you feeling
Michael: pretty good today, building my strength up for friday, i fly to ******
me: what for
Michael: say goodbye to old friends and a killer halloween party
im going as a Jedi
me: oh man
i was thinking, what if you and i had regular gmail chats and made a book out of it
Michael: kinda like thursdays with maury?
me: dude knows he is going to kick it and girl who isnt have daily or weekly mini chats about whats going on
tuesdays with morrie
we wont be that profound tho haha
Michael: monday with Michael lol
me: AHAHHA
Michael: that sounds pretty cool though
me: yeah
i dunno what id need for permission tho
i guess u just gave it
i can change yer name if you want
Michael: i dont care, ill be dead
me: !
well your family might
Michael: lets set up a day and time for each week and we will do it. my family would be cool about it
i always wanted to be a writer so this in a way would at least put me in print
me: well im always on gchat so basically whenever you see me on you chat me up
if you have something to say or are in the mood
like today i feel great or not great
Michael: i see where you’re going, cool
me: how does a jedi dress
Michael:
me: awesome
you have the hair for it
Michael: i have put together that exact costume over the last year from ebay
me: smart
Michael: some people would disagree, people who want me to do chemo
im not doing it
im just gonna live out what i have left and have no regrets
not be sick all the time
me: would chemo give you a chance
Michael: it would give me more time. but the time i would get wouldnt be worth the constant pain and sickness, its all about quality
me: you are so brave
i would get a bunch of a credit cards and buy ridiculous things
travel
stalk celebrities
ha
Michael: not brave, scared shitless really, and i have thought about the credit thing lol
i would only stalk angelina jolie
me: aw what happened to your morbid curiosity
how old are you again
Michael: oh its still there, but thats afterlife
im 38
me: well think of this year as the best year of your life
people waste their years
you know
you get to cram in a ton of awesome shit
Michael: and imagine all the pity sex! lol
me: HAHAHA
Michael: the party is held by a stripper friend of mine and it will be attended by many strippers. every year it ends up a naked free for all
me: jesus can i come
i think you can count on getting laid
not by me, at that party
Michael: come on, ur more than welcome
lol
me: ha
Michael: last year a woman had a fantasy about having sex with a guys amputated arm, the stump, and she did!! crazy shit at this party
brb
me: !!
i have to go bathe now
chat you later
Michael: k
*this chat occurred before i posted yesterday’s conversation so we have already discussed some of the questions you’ve asked in the comments. i think the hard thing about talking with michael is my own fears about death, i come off a bit stand-offish cos i haven’t figured out how to say like OMG i would be so shitting myself right now and other wimpy shit. you can’t really pose hypothetical self-centered scenarios to someone who may or may not be shitting themselves, themself.
