From Pkitty@mariner.cris.com Wed Jul 08 14:25:20 1998
Subject: Re: Pee Kitty
From: Pee Kitty <Pkitty@mariner.cris.com>
Date: 08 Jul 1998 17:25:20 EDT
The complete, unabriged, not-edited-for-humans version of my story is in
another thread, so it doesn't need much repeating...
I owe a LOT of people a LOT of thanks, for making this a fuckload easier
than it could have been. I've already told my friends Godfather Gillan,
Betsy Fuckin' Ross, Rye-Guy, and Kriscindy Kodak Kevorkian many times, but
wanted to mention them here, too. Dyna, Dr Tilley and his wife kept me
stable and alive when we didn't know what was wrong. Rev. Lumpin, Chris
Lee, Mama Lean (and George), David "the Mad Scribbler", Rev. Moxie, Suzie
the Floozie and Rex Reverb for coming to visit, and especially Onan
Canobite for visiting twice! Several brought birthday stuff, stuff to
read, stuff I missed...it helped me feel not so far away from all the fun.
Jesus, Pastor Craig, and (I'm sorry but I only got your name once; you
were running registration - please speak up if you're here) all called and
kept my spirits up. And finally a blanket thanks to everyone who threw a
little Slack my way...every time you screamed, praised, or damned me over
there at Brushwood, I heard it and smiled. Everytime you ate some
transubstatiated Pee Kitty pig meat, I winced - it was great.
All of that helped make this a lot more bearable - it sure wasn't the way
I wanted to spend my birthday or X-Day, but at least I got to be the
martyr this year. Next year I'm agonna bring up a cross so we can do
it RIGHT, though! An IV just isn't as impressive.
I'm doing good. And no, I'm NOT 'doing good, for a guy with an incurable
disease'...I'm doing GOOD. Doing better than the healthiest motherfucking
Pinkboy out there, cuz I've still got my SLACK. Diabetes can't take that
away from me. NO ONE and NOTHING can take that away from me. I just
squeeze every drop of Slack I can get out of having this disease.
"Slack from HAVING it?"
Sure! I shot up in a restaurant yesterday. Freaked the shit out of some
people, who entertained me with the looks on their faces and made me feel
better than them. Slack.
I've got a cool little machine that makes me feel like a Mad Scientist
now. Mixing and measuring blood and glucose and insulin while cackling
insanely is FUN. Slack.
I feel better now that I've felt for weeks. Slack.
Slack through trial, Slack through pain, Slack through ANYTHING. Cuz I'll
be damned if They're gonna take that away from me with something as WIMPY
COME ON, YOU PUSSIES! I'M STILL ALIVE! YOU DIDN'T FINISH THE JOB, AND
YOU'RE GONNA REGRET IT! CUZ AS LONG AS I'M STILL HERE, YOU'VE STILL GOT A
THORN IN YOUR SIDE THE SIZE OF ONE OF MY INSULIN NEEDLES, MOTHERFUCKERS!
And come X-Day, whenever the fuck THAT ends up being, I'm gonna be right
at the fray of the battle...socks in place, weapons in hand, slaughtering
Pinks left and right! I've just gotta check my glucose levels afterwards,
Rev. Pee Kitty, of the order Malkavian-Dobbsian
::: Official Martyr of X-Day! <http://www.cris.com/pkitty/xday98>