ABSTRACT
When they told J she had PCP, she said "count me out." She was so tired. The intestinal diarrhea had absolutely destroyed her strength. When they told her she had PCP, she refused treatment. She's tell doctors exactly what they could do. I mean, she'd get up in their face. One night at 3 AM I was talking to her on the phone. They came in to draw blood, and she looked at this doctor and she said, Motherfucker, I can't believe you're in here at 3 o'clock in the morning poking me with a needle, now you get your fucking ass out of here, I'm on the phone. Now that's exactly the way J was, but then she got to the point where that didn't work. She was just tired. She told me, I'm going to leave. And she just left.
