My girlfriend Daria (Melissa) the nurse died from the mandatory clot- shots (the second) 31 weeks ago yesterday.

My buddy's wife and my mechanic Tommy died close together, I went to both funerals the same day. The honcho at my tax accountants, Bob, kissed the baby about the same time my girlyfriend bought it but I was a little slow on the email uptake. Crista and I cried doing my taxes this year.

McMurphy (Aleena), my nurse friend knows she's going to die, I know she's going to die, shecomes here when she wants to cry, which is a lot.

I know one other cute little gal, nurse, 70-something, that quit over the clot-shots. She took a job in housekeeping at the Holiday Inn Express across from the Coliseum rather than plying her long-term tradecraft.