My Plan

He had a brain tumor.

We didn't notice it
at first,
because he wore
a hat
and was completely
wasted.

He was offering
everybody drinks.

This guy was stumbling
and slurring
all over the bar.

He even tipped
the bartender
in weed.

The tender graciously accepted.

Then,
his hat came
off.

There was a
huge
lump
on his head.

He said,
I have a tumor.

Everyone stood
in shock.

We didn't know
what
was real anymore.

I have to be honest,
it was a buzzkill.

But he didn't give
a hot shit,
he just kept on slurring
and repeating himself.

It was a sign
to us all
that no matter how shitty
we have it,
we can still
have a fucking good time.

This is
what I plan to do
now.

What's holding you
back?