I don’t think I genuinely wished cancer upon someone until my mom told me that a grown ass man punched my 75 yo veteran father, knocking him to the ground, because he asked dude to move his vehicle because he was blocking the alley behind his business and people couldn’t get through. I don’t give a fuck if you think he’s a dick asking you to move. We teach children not to hit people. Be the bigger person, you cunt. I’m not even thinking super bad cancer, just equal to the cancer my dad beat a few years back.