Miles, I know that this may sound like some kind of cruel joke coming from me, but I have a recipe for a cough medicine that my mother used to make for me when I was a little girl and I swear it works. She hated store bought medicine, thought that it was poison. So anyway, here it is:

1 inch or so fresh ginger root, sliced thin
1/2 a fresh lemon, sliced (peel & all)
1 clove garlic, mashed
2 c water
**Honey

Bring to a boil and then turn down heat and let simmer for 10-15 minutes. Add honey at end, just before you drink, and don't skimp on the honey, makes it bearable. I thought my mother was trying to kill me the first time I tried it, but it really does work. Take it 3-4 times a day but make a new batch each time, it gets much stronger the longer it sits out.

Try it, or don't, but it does work.

No ass, I was trying to have a moment with Miles. It will do wonders for a cough but the only thing that can cure AIDS is a time machine. But no worries, I bet Dwarfstar has blueprints for one. Or maybe Spaceshot and her new boyfriend can borrow one from their friends, you know "them."

I realize that I seem cold about Miles's disease- well, even colder than normal. I am not happy that he is suffering in pain but as for the mortality of it? No, I don't feel so bad. From the sound of things, his quality of life is probably much better than LT's and LT has no disease of which I am a aware. No physical disease at least.

And his life expectancy could be longer than any of ours- How long before Flash gets drunk, calls the wrong redneck's daughter a cow, and gets tossed into an alligator farm after passing out?
I do not enjoy the thought of Miles suffering but I do not think that the rest of us looking at a future of decades more of this shitpile of a life is any great prize.