reflexive raze mike's going in for surgery next week. they're going to cut out part of his lung without knowing if the cancer they claim is responsible for darkening the tissue is even real. his medium tells him not to worry. a lot of angels are going to be watching over him. "i'll call you when i get out of icu," mike says. "but do me a favour. if i'm sleeping when you come to see me, hit me in the leg to wake me up." "you need your sleep," my dad says. "and what if you're having a dream, your reflexes kick in, and you hit me back?" mike just laughs. 230731 what's it to you? who go blather from