Well, this is the first jab in my newest attempt at absurdity: a little series of horrible situations I like to call Neighborhood Diabetes. As most names do, this name has a story and that story is choke-to-death-on-milk funny, so I shall tell it in the future.
For now, I’ll let this little example stand as an example or rather a warning as to the trouble I will be getting up to in between telling ACTUAL stories.
Expect worse. Some of them are funny. Some are horribly-funny (in the way that makes you want to snort with laughter than feel terrible because it probably wasn’t really all that funny and was more sad, really) . Many are simply horrible.
Hey, my neighbor has diabetes!