Well, at the moment, the best guy I have ever met is betting on his own death tonight. His heart cancer has become malignant, and there is a good chance he will be gone from my life by tomorrow morning. Nothing will ever be the same.... And with my stress for his wellfare, I've struck out at others because of their opinions...... It's all my fault. People are leaving because I've said crap to them because they don't believe in Storms cancer, or because they said something I didn't like. If I could control myself in these kinds of situations, I wouldn't be loosing my friends. And so I wait, all night, and in the morning, I wil