My dad was the most kick ass motherfucker. He scoffed at wasp bites, he build everything from scratch, he was an excellent dancer and he ate dragonflies and yeast in WW2 Europe before coming to America. He loved Henry Winehards beer and tater tots. Never weighed more than 170 (at 6'1"). Cancer can fucking get fucked with a bowl of hard sandpapery dicks.