The Guy On My Couch gleefully cackled as he boasted, “MY daughter got dysentery!” I glared over at him, jealously, and said under my breath, “ass,” which I soon followed up with, “Are you going to leave her behind or sell a wagon wheel?” “It’s my DAUGHTER,” he replied, “Of COURSE I’m going to leave … Continue reading Dysentery. It’s Always Fucking Dysentery.