We're Headed Up My Mom's Ass!

I had written a fairly sizable amount about cancer, cape breton, how the teller at Scotiabank, when I told her I wasn't working, told me that something would turn up soon, and tie it all together with that exchange about hope and how people with no hope are easy to control that the kid in the Never Ending Story has with that really awful looking wolf puppet, but then the computer froze and I decided, that entry was a bit of a bummer.