I have an ulcer.

An ulcer is bad, did you know?
Do you know anything?
I feel the ***** every night. My organs bubble with unease, anxiety scratching at my stomach walls, digestion is a luxury.

You are a luxury.

The price is climbing, you tax and you tax; you know you love a chase



But I have an ulcer.

You can’t chase a ******* thing with an ulcer.