Last night at work I cleaned the poop of a schizophrenic too young old man with terminal colon cancer, then I gave him morphine and helped him into bed and tucked him in, I turned up his radio and tv to block out the voices and left the lights on so there would be no scary shadows in his room, for me it was just another Sunday, for him it was awkward, we wished each other a good night, we are both happy we met and get along fine, I hope to clean his butt a couple of more times, we laughed ourselves half to death, of course he has the last laugh, as it should be.