I've been pretty fortunate that I never really knew you until a few years ago. You killed my uncle about 15 years ago, so I knew I didn't like you, but that was the extent of my experience with you. That has completely changed. Three and a half years ago you showed up in my dad's throat. He was a marathon runner, non-smoker, had an occasional beer, part of the 5% of people who get it that can't be explained. After a tough battle, my dad kicked your a$$ and everything pretty much went back to normal. Less than a year later you came after my wife, threatening the chance of us ever having children, and she kicked your a$$ too. But you couldn't just go away. You came back and destroyed my father-in-law. Fvck you for that, by the way. My son will never know his grandfather. Then earlier this year you came back for round two with my dad, in his chest this time, and got your a$$ kicked again. In the last couple of years you've also attacked some of my friends' families, in-law's families, co-worker's families, and neighbor's families. You basically show up every few months and affect someone I know. Some outcomes are good, some not so good. But you keep fvcking coming back. Now you've come back for round three with my dad. In his fvcking arm this time, really!? WTF!? He starts chemo next week and I fvcking hope he kicks your fvcking a$$ again.
Fvck. You.
