I am the real Dean Winchester, I am fifty six years old, fat, balding, and dying of liver cancer in a nursing home.

I am contemplating retrying low dose morphine to control a nasty cough that keeps making me throw up, it make me feel fucked up when i tried it. I am scared of addiction, the nursing home resident dr said at my late stage end of life, addiction might not be a bad thing. I am god damned fucking scared, but i hate upchucking. Yes dear oldest brother, that was punned to you.