Previously I have alluded to the rollercoaster this whole cancer journey puts you on, including "glints of anger." One of these glints takes the form of what I call my "punk rock song." It's a short, throaty howl of rage, lashing out at the biggest unknown: when is "it" going to happen?
You have to supply your own imaginary soundtrack of wailing guitars, smashing drums, and crazy snarling vocals:
I don't know when.
I can't tell you when!
No one can tell you when!!
I CAN'T F#@KING TELL YOU WHEN!!!!!!!
And I don't
|Photo of British punk band The Sinyx, found on http://www.southendpunk.com|