Tomorrow, I have an appointment at the dermatologist.  She would like to do a biopsy.  There’s a small mass that has been on the tip of my nose for years and she wants to check it out.   It’s probably nothing, but she did throw the big "C" at me.  Normally, I wouldn’t be nervous, but when it comes to Cancer I’m a little freaked.  Here’s why:

The only people who avoid Cancer are the dip-shits who don’t take care of themselves.  The guy who smokes a carton a day can avoid Lung Cancer, but the person who was exposed to second hand smoke is terminal.  The woman who spends 20 minutes a day in the tanning bed is fine (with the exception of her healthy, attractive, orange glow) while the guy who won’t spend more than an hour outside with sun-block (me) gets Skin Cancer.

I’m sure it’s nothing, but you see why I’m on edge?

I’ll be in NYC Thursday night hunting ninjas and searching for the elusive giant squid.