HERE'S THE DEAL

Been super busy and working on making a few dollars for my friend Bob. Bob thought he had a sinus infection. He went to the doctor. They discovered a brain tumor instead. He has been through chemo and radiation, and we won't know for a few more months what his prognosis is. In the meantime, his medicine and treatment bills are sky high.

So, here is what I thinking of doing. We have seen in the past how people have shaved their heads for family and friends who have had cancer.

I'm going to go further. I'll start with collecting an amount of money as pledges to get my head shaved. If I raise a certain amount more, I'll get my chest, back, and belly waxed. For a certain amount about that, I'll have my legs waxed. To finish off, I will wear a purple thong or G string and pose in it.  I will have the whole thing videotaped and posted on my blog, YouTube, and on my wife's Facebook page.

I'm not going to do this just for a few bucks. I'd like the word put out and to make some money for him and his wife to be able to pay a bill or two.

My friend Bob is not one of those friends that I can just say, "Sorry to hear of your troubles," or ,"Sorry you have cancer." I know I don't  have a cure for him.

I have known Bob since grade school. We have stood by one another through good and bad. We have had each other's backs since fourth grade, putting up with bullies, getting our butts kicked, and we kicked some butt also. He is family to me. We have camped, fished, hunted, and white water rafted. We have drank together, bled for one another.

I protected him and his family when a stepfather became abusive. His stepfather went as far as to take a few gunshots at Bob and his little sister. I took Bob and his family to a safe place to get away from that crazy person. Bob and I went back to the house later and, finding that the stepdad was not there, took every firearm out of the house.

When we got to my house, we took every firearm, disassembled them, put all of the small parts in a paper bag and shook them up. Then we went back to his house and put all the parts back in the gun cases that we took the firearms from. I found out later that the stepfather had worked for the Secret Service for some years. He didn't stick around after taking those shots at Bob and his sister: he left the state and, after several months, Bob heard that the man had died.

Bob is the kind of fellow who would give you a hand up. He would not talk down to anyone. He has had his share of heartache and trials, as we all have. He is a kind and loving man. He is a Vietnam-era vet. He is a family man with grandkids and a stepson who is about to get married.

I'd do just about anything for Bob. Even be a little on the crazy side to do this for him and his family. To help ease the burden some so they can pay a medical bill or two. I only hope that Bob gets better and beats the crap out of this cancer.

And me. Well, I needed to get a hair cut any way. As for the body waxing? I'll be stream lined and as smooth as a baby's butt. Okay, a fat bald baby. And as for the purple G string thing? Well it can't be much worse than in my younger days at PT's strip club. (Hide your shock!) It's just that I'm older, and fatter, and a little wiser.

Besides, I'm doing it for my best friend.