Soon after we sat down, Mutual Friend leaned in close to me and said, "I had prostate cancer last year."
What do you say to that? Mutual Friend excused himself to go to the bathroom and as soon as he was out of earshot, I asked Larry why he didn't tell me that Mutual Friend had cancer.
"The guy has a radioactive pellet up his ass--how was I supposed to work that into a conversation?"
Larry is the patron saint of the suffering. I love him.
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