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Dustin Milligan Instagram - On Oct 12, 2018, I started throwing up and couldn’t stop. By the time I got to the hospital, 26 pukes later, the pain was so intense that morphine wasn’t enough to stop it, so they gave me a drug 7x stronger called Dilaudid, and even that only eased the pain for a few hours 8 days 4 blood tests 3 doctors 2 ultrasounds and 1 endoscopy later (and 15lbs lighter) I left the hospital not knowing exactly what caused it, but doctors thought it might be Cannabinoid Hyperemesis Syndrome, which basically means because I smoked/ate/vaped marijuana almost every day for 15 years, my body was tapping out. What I *did* know was the guy lying in that hospital bed wasn’t even the real me I was (am) a weed addict, but as much as I was addicted to the drug, I was equally addicted to suppressing myself with every hit. Hiding my light. I filled myself with smoke so, in a way, no one could ever see me. So I could never see myself I stopped using that day. As the smoke cleared over the following months, the real me emerged from the haze, and, particularly through the act of writing, I discovered my voice. A way to shine my light. Wedged against me through it all, or at the very least with a paw always touching me, was Darryl. Touching the me that, despite obscuring it with smoke for so long, he had always seen. Always loved. By my side writing, pushing into my hand for neck massages, stretching his legs like a show-off ballerina during scratches - his touch was, in the most fundamental way, how he said: “I’m here with you” On Oct 6, 2021, thousands of miles and an ocean away, we got the call that Darryl had died. That night we wandered the streets of London, crying and laughing and wishing we could’ve said goodbye. Comforted him. Touched him one last time. Then, from under a car, a cat appeared, meowing loudly and purposefully trotting right towards us, eagerly pushing its neck into my hand as I offered it, just like Darryl used to. Stretching its legs like a show-off ballerina, just like Darryl used to We stayed with this un-cat-like cat for a long time, in a strange way getting a chance to say goodbye. A chance for one last touch. A chance for him to say: “I’m here with you”
Dustin Milligan Instagram - On Oct 12, 2018, I started throwing up and couldn’t stop. By the time I got to the hospital, 26 pukes later, the pain was so intense that morphine wasn’t enough to stop it, so they gave me a drug 7x stronger called Dilaudid, and even that only eased the pain for a few hours 8 days 4 blood tests 3 doctors 2 ultrasounds and 1 endoscopy later (and 15lbs lighter) I left the hospital not knowing exactly what caused it, but doctors thought it might be Cannabinoid Hyperemesis Syndrome, which basically means because I smoked/ate/vaped marijuana almost every day for 15 years, my body was tapping out. What I *did* know was the guy lying in that hospital bed wasn’t even the real me I was (am) a weed addict, but as much as I was addicted to the drug, I was equally addicted to suppressing myself with every hit. Hiding my light. I filled myself with smoke so, in a way, no one could ever see me. So I could never see myself I stopped using that day. As the smoke cleared over the following months, the real me emerged from the haze, and, particularly through the act of writing, I discovered my voice. A way to shine my light. Wedged against me through it all, or at the very least with a paw always touching me, was Darryl. Touching the me that, despite obscuring it with smoke for so long, he had always seen. Always loved. By my side writing, pushing into my hand for neck massages, stretching his legs like a show-off ballerina during scratches - his touch was, in the most fundamental way, how he said: “I’m here with you” On Oct 6, 2021, thousands of miles and an ocean away, we got the call that Darryl had died. That night we wandered the streets of London, crying and laughing and wishing we could’ve said goodbye. Comforted him. Touched him one last time. Then, from under a car, a cat appeared, meowing loudly and purposefully trotting right towards us, eagerly pushing its neck into my hand as I offered it, just like Darryl used to. Stretching its legs like a show-off ballerina, just like Darryl used to We stayed with this un-cat-like cat for a long time, in a strange way getting a chance to say goodbye. A chance for one last touch. A chance for him to say: “I’m here with you”
Dustin Milligan Instagram - On Oct 12, 2018, I started throwing up and couldn’t stop. By the time I got to the hospital, 26 pukes later, the pain was so intense that morphine wasn’t enough to stop it, so they gave me a drug 7x stronger called Dilaudid, and even that only eased the pain for a few hours 8 days 4 blood tests 3 doctors 2 ultrasounds and 1 endoscopy later (and 15lbs lighter) I left the hospital not knowing exactly what caused it, but doctors thought it might be Cannabinoid Hyperemesis Syndrome, which basically means because I smoked/ate/vaped marijuana almost every day for 15 years, my body was tapping out. What I *did* know was the guy lying in that hospital bed wasn’t even the real me I was (am) a weed addict, but as much as I was addicted to the drug, I was equally addicted to suppressing myself with every hit. Hiding my light. I filled myself with smoke so, in a way, no one could ever see me. So I could never see myself I stopped using that day. As the smoke cleared over the following months, the real me emerged from the haze, and, particularly through the act of writing, I discovered my voice. A way to shine my light. Wedged against me through it all, or at the very least with a paw always touching me, was Darryl. Touching the me that, despite obscuring it with smoke for so long, he had always seen. Always loved. By my side writing, pushing into my hand for neck massages, stretching his legs like a show-off ballerina during scratches - his touch was, in the most fundamental way, how he said: “I’m here with you” On Oct 6, 2021, thousands of miles and an ocean away, we got the call that Darryl had died. That night we wandered the streets of London, crying and laughing and wishing we could’ve said goodbye. Comforted him. Touched him one last time. Then, from under a car, a cat appeared, meowing loudly and purposefully trotting right towards us, eagerly pushing its neck into my hand as I offered it, just like Darryl used to. Stretching its legs like a show-off ballerina, just like Darryl used to We stayed with this un-cat-like cat for a long time, in a strange way getting a chance to say goodbye. A chance for one last touch. A chance for him to say: “I’m here with you”
Dustin Milligan Instagram - On Oct 12, 2018, I started throwing up and couldn’t stop. By the time I got to the hospital, 26 pukes later, the pain was so intense that morphine wasn’t enough to stop it, so they gave me a drug 7x stronger called Dilaudid, and even that only eased the pain for a few hours 8 days 4 blood tests 3 doctors 2 ultrasounds and 1 endoscopy later (and 15lbs lighter) I left the hospital not knowing exactly what caused it, but doctors thought it might be Cannabinoid Hyperemesis Syndrome, which basically means because I smoked/ate/vaped marijuana almost every day for 15 years, my body was tapping out. What I *did* know was the guy lying in that hospital bed wasn’t even the real me I was (am) a weed addict, but as much as I was addicted to the drug, I was equally addicted to suppressing myself with every hit. Hiding my light. I filled myself with smoke so, in a way, no one could ever see me. So I could never see myself I stopped using that day. As the smoke cleared over the following months, the real me emerged from the haze, and, particularly through the act of writing, I discovered my voice. A way to shine my light. Wedged against me through it all, or at the very least with a paw always touching me, was Darryl. Touching the me that, despite obscuring it with smoke for so long, he had always seen. Always loved. By my side writing, pushing into my hand for neck massages, stretching his legs like a show-off ballerina during scratches - his touch was, in the most fundamental way, how he said: “I’m here with you” On Oct 6, 2021, thousands of miles and an ocean away, we got the call that Darryl had died. That night we wandered the streets of London, crying and laughing and wishing we could’ve said goodbye. Comforted him. Touched him one last time. Then, from under a car, a cat appeared, meowing loudly and purposefully trotting right towards us, eagerly pushing its neck into my hand as I offered it, just like Darryl used to. Stretching its legs like a show-off ballerina, just like Darryl used to We stayed with this un-cat-like cat for a long time, in a strange way getting a chance to say goodbye. A chance for one last touch. A chance for him to say: “I’m here with you”
Dustin Milligan Instagram - On Oct 12, 2018, I started throwing up and couldn’t stop. By the time I got to the hospital, 26 pukes later, the pain was so intense that morphine wasn’t enough to stop it, so they gave me a drug 7x stronger called Dilaudid, and even that only eased the pain for a few hours 8 days 4 blood tests 3 doctors 2 ultrasounds and 1 endoscopy later (and 15lbs lighter) I left the hospital not knowing exactly what caused it, but doctors thought it might be Cannabinoid Hyperemesis Syndrome, which basically means because I smoked/ate/vaped marijuana almost every day for 15 years, my body was tapping out. What I *did* know was the guy lying in that hospital bed wasn’t even the real me I was (am) a weed addict, but as much as I was addicted to the drug, I was equally addicted to suppressing myself with every hit. Hiding my light. I filled myself with smoke so, in a way, no one could ever see me. So I could never see myself I stopped using that day. As the smoke cleared over the following months, the real me emerged from the haze, and, particularly through the act of writing, I discovered my voice. A way to shine my light. Wedged against me through it all, or at the very least with a paw always touching me, was Darryl. Touching the me that, despite obscuring it with smoke for so long, he had always seen. Always loved. By my side writing, pushing into my hand for neck massages, stretching his legs like a show-off ballerina during scratches - his touch was, in the most fundamental way, how he said: “I’m here with you” On Oct 6, 2021, thousands of miles and an ocean away, we got the call that Darryl had died. That night we wandered the streets of London, crying and laughing and wishing we could’ve said goodbye. Comforted him. Touched him one last time. Then, from under a car, a cat appeared, meowing loudly and purposefully trotting right towards us, eagerly pushing its neck into my hand as I offered it, just like Darryl used to. Stretching its legs like a show-off ballerina, just like Darryl used to We stayed with this un-cat-like cat for a long time, in a strange way getting a chance to say goodbye. A chance for one last touch. A chance for him to say: “I’m here with you”
Dustin Milligan Instagram - On Oct 12, 2018, I started throwing up and couldn’t stop. By the time I got to the hospital, 26 pukes later, the pain was so intense that morphine wasn’t enough to stop it, so they gave me a drug 7x stronger called Dilaudid, and even that only eased the pain for a few hours 8 days 4 blood tests 3 doctors 2 ultrasounds and 1 endoscopy later (and 15lbs lighter) I left the hospital not knowing exactly what caused it, but doctors thought it might be Cannabinoid Hyperemesis Syndrome, which basically means because I smoked/ate/vaped marijuana almost every day for 15 years, my body was tapping out. What I *did* know was the guy lying in that hospital bed wasn’t even the real me I was (am) a weed addict, but as much as I was addicted to the drug, I was equally addicted to suppressing myself with every hit. Hiding my light. I filled myself with smoke so, in a way, no one could ever see me. So I could never see myself I stopped using that day. As the smoke cleared over the following months, the real me emerged from the haze, and, particularly through the act of writing, I discovered my voice. A way to shine my light. Wedged against me through it all, or at the very least with a paw always touching me, was Darryl. Touching the me that, despite obscuring it with smoke for so long, he had always seen. Always loved. By my side writing, pushing into my hand for neck massages, stretching his legs like a show-off ballerina during scratches - his touch was, in the most fundamental way, how he said: “I’m here with you” On Oct 6, 2021, thousands of miles and an ocean away, we got the call that Darryl had died. That night we wandered the streets of London, crying and laughing and wishing we could’ve said goodbye. Comforted him. Touched him one last time. Then, from under a car, a cat appeared, meowing loudly and purposefully trotting right towards us, eagerly pushing its neck into my hand as I offered it, just like Darryl used to. Stretching its legs like a show-off ballerina, just like Darryl used to We stayed with this un-cat-like cat for a long time, in a strange way getting a chance to say goodbye. A chance for one last touch. A chance for him to say: “I’m here with you”
Dustin Milligan Instagram - On Oct 12, 2018, I started throwing up and couldn’t stop. By the time I got to the hospital, 26 pukes later, the pain was so intense that morphine wasn’t enough to stop it, so they gave me a drug 7x stronger called Dilaudid, and even that only eased the pain for a few hours 8 days 4 blood tests 3 doctors 2 ultrasounds and 1 endoscopy later (and 15lbs lighter) I left the hospital not knowing exactly what caused it, but doctors thought it might be Cannabinoid Hyperemesis Syndrome, which basically means because I smoked/ate/vaped marijuana almost every day for 15 years, my body was tapping out. What I *did* know was the guy lying in that hospital bed wasn’t even the real me I was (am) a weed addict, but as much as I was addicted to the drug, I was equally addicted to suppressing myself with every hit. Hiding my light. I filled myself with smoke so, in a way, no one could ever see me. So I could never see myself I stopped using that day. As the smoke cleared over the following months, the real me emerged from the haze, and, particularly through the act of writing, I discovered my voice. A way to shine my light. Wedged against me through it all, or at the very least with a paw always touching me, was Darryl. Touching the me that, despite obscuring it with smoke for so long, he had always seen. Always loved. By my side writing, pushing into my hand for neck massages, stretching his legs like a show-off ballerina during scratches - his touch was, in the most fundamental way, how he said: “I’m here with you” On Oct 6, 2021, thousands of miles and an ocean away, we got the call that Darryl had died. That night we wandered the streets of London, crying and laughing and wishing we could’ve said goodbye. Comforted him. Touched him one last time. Then, from under a car, a cat appeared, meowing loudly and purposefully trotting right towards us, eagerly pushing its neck into my hand as I offered it, just like Darryl used to. Stretching its legs like a show-off ballerina, just like Darryl used to We stayed with this un-cat-like cat for a long time, in a strange way getting a chance to say goodbye. A chance for one last touch. A chance for him to say: “I’m here with you”
Dustin Milligan Instagram - On Oct 12, 2018, I started throwing up and couldn’t stop. By the time I got to the hospital, 26 pukes later, the pain was so intense that morphine wasn’t enough to stop it, so they gave me a drug 7x stronger called Dilaudid, and even that only eased the pain for a few hours 8 days 4 blood tests 3 doctors 2 ultrasounds and 1 endoscopy later (and 15lbs lighter) I left the hospital not knowing exactly what caused it, but doctors thought it might be Cannabinoid Hyperemesis Syndrome, which basically means because I smoked/ate/vaped marijuana almost every day for 15 years, my body was tapping out. What I *did* know was the guy lying in that hospital bed wasn’t even the real me I was (am) a weed addict, but as much as I was addicted to the drug, I was equally addicted to suppressing myself with every hit. Hiding my light. I filled myself with smoke so, in a way, no one could ever see me. So I could never see myself I stopped using that day. As the smoke cleared over the following months, the real me emerged from the haze, and, particularly through the act of writing, I discovered my voice. A way to shine my light. Wedged against me through it all, or at the very least with a paw always touching me, was Darryl. Touching the me that, despite obscuring it with smoke for so long, he had always seen. Always loved. By my side writing, pushing into my hand for neck massages, stretching his legs like a show-off ballerina during scratches - his touch was, in the most fundamental way, how he said: “I’m here with you” On Oct 6, 2021, thousands of miles and an ocean away, we got the call that Darryl had died. That night we wandered the streets of London, crying and laughing and wishing we could’ve said goodbye. Comforted him. Touched him one last time. Then, from under a car, a cat appeared, meowing loudly and purposefully trotting right towards us, eagerly pushing its neck into my hand as I offered it, just like Darryl used to. Stretching its legs like a show-off ballerina, just like Darryl used to We stayed with this un-cat-like cat for a long time, in a strange way getting a chance to say goodbye. A chance for one last touch. A chance for him to say: “I’m here with you”
Dustin Milligan Instagram - On Oct 12, 2018, I started throwing up and couldn’t stop. By the time I got to the hospital, 26 pukes later, the pain was so intense that morphine wasn’t enough to stop it, so they gave me a drug 7x stronger called Dilaudid, and even that only eased the pain for a few hours 8 days 4 blood tests 3 doctors 2 ultrasounds and 1 endoscopy later (and 15lbs lighter) I left the hospital not knowing exactly what caused it, but doctors thought it might be Cannabinoid Hyperemesis Syndrome, which basically means because I smoked/ate/vaped marijuana almost every day for 15 years, my body was tapping out. What I *did* know was the guy lying in that hospital bed wasn’t even the real me I was (am) a weed addict, but as much as I was addicted to the drug, I was equally addicted to suppressing myself with every hit. Hiding my light. I filled myself with smoke so, in a way, no one could ever see me. So I could never see myself I stopped using that day. As the smoke cleared over the following months, the real me emerged from the haze, and, particularly through the act of writing, I discovered my voice. A way to shine my light. Wedged against me through it all, or at the very least with a paw always touching me, was Darryl. Touching the me that, despite obscuring it with smoke for so long, he had always seen. Always loved. By my side writing, pushing into my hand for neck massages, stretching his legs like a show-off ballerina during scratches - his touch was, in the most fundamental way, how he said: “I’m here with you” On Oct 6, 2021, thousands of miles and an ocean away, we got the call that Darryl had died. That night we wandered the streets of London, crying and laughing and wishing we could’ve said goodbye. Comforted him. Touched him one last time. Then, from under a car, a cat appeared, meowing loudly and purposefully trotting right towards us, eagerly pushing its neck into my hand as I offered it, just like Darryl used to. Stretching its legs like a show-off ballerina, just like Darryl used to We stayed with this un-cat-like cat for a long time, in a strange way getting a chance to say goodbye. A chance for one last touch. A chance for him to say: “I’m here with you”
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Dustin Milligan Instagram - When you shoot with @selashiloniphoto, the camera adds ten pounds of cameras - - - *This photo may have been retouched/edited by photographer*
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Dustin Milligan Instagram - In honour of the season finale of #dirkgentlybbca, I present to you: "Friedkin in rooms he never went into during the actual show, a series"
Dustin Milligan Instagram - In honour of the season finale of #dirkgentlybbca, I present to you: "Friedkin in rooms he never went into during the actual show, a series"
Dustin Milligan Instagram - In honour of the season finale of #dirkgentlybbca, I present to you: "Friedkin in rooms he never went into during the actual show, a series"
Dustin Milligan Instagram - In honour of the season finale of #dirkgentlybbca, I present to you: "Friedkin in rooms he never went into during the actual show, a series"
Dustin Milligan Instagram - browsing for something to watch?
Dustin Milligan Instagram - browsing for something to watch?
Dustin Milligan Instagram - browsing for something to watch?
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Dustin Milligan Instagram - catfish for breakfast courtesy of @deucestain1
Dustin Milligan Instagram - catfish for breakfast courtesy of @deucestain1
Dustin Milligan Instagram - catfish for breakfast courtesy of @deucestain1
Dustin Milligan Instagram - catfish for breakfast courtesy of @deucestain1
Dustin Milligan Instagram - catfish for breakfast courtesy of @deucestain1
Dustin Milligan Instagram - catfish for breakfast courtesy of @deucestain1
Dustin Milligan Instagram - catfish for breakfast courtesy of @deucestain1
Dustin Milligan Instagram - catfish for breakfast courtesy of @deucestain1
Dustin Milligan Instagram - catfish for breakfast courtesy of @deucestain1
Dustin Milligan Instagram - Happy (early) Mother’s Day Go see the undeniable light of @ninawest shine in the hilarious, heartfelt, and horny @hairsprayontour! 📸: @vivienkillilea
Dustin Milligan Instagram - by pupular demand
Dustin Milligan Instagram - Darryl’s last day of #boyztrip2018 annnd also #schittscreek season 5
Dustin Milligan Instagram - pupcakes . . . thanks to these Schittheads: http://Facebook.com/groups/schittscreekfans/
Dustin Milligan Instagram - Congratulations to Safiya Hashi, the 2020 (and 13th!) recipient of the Enough Talk, Hurry Up and Do It Already Arts Scholarship Looking forward to seeing her fly through her time at the University of Calgary where she’ll be majoring in English, then leaving the nest and bringing her writing to the world — writing so sick, it should be ill-eagle! Link in bio to donate or apply!
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Dustin Milligan Instagram - Congratulations to Raven Mutford, the 2021 recipient of the Enough Talk, Hurry Up and Do It Already Arts Scholarship Not only will she be studying acting at UBC this fall, but she’s already secured representation at @playmgmt! When I was her age I spent $40 on McNuggets — she’s gonna crush it! Link in bio to donate or apply!
Dustin Milligan Instagram - Congratulations to Raven Mutford, the 2021 recipient of the Enough Talk, Hurry Up and Do It Already Arts Scholarship Not only will she be studying acting at UBC this fall, but she’s already secured representation at @playmgmt! When I was her age I spent $40 on McNuggets — she’s gonna crush it! Link in bio to donate or apply!
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Dustin Milligan Instagram - “Darryl” 🎨: My Uncle Dennis
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Likes : 32845Dustin Milligan - 29.6K Likes - On Oct 12, 2018, I started throwing up and couldn’t stop. By the time I got to the hospital, 26 pukes later, the pain was so intense that morphine wasn’t enough to stop it, so they gave me a drug 7x stronger called Dilaudid, and even that only eased the pain for a few hours 8 days 4 blood tests 3 doctors 2 ultrasounds and 1 endoscopy later (and 15lbs lighter) I left the hospital not knowing exactly what caused it, but doctors thought it might be Cannabinoid Hyperemesis Syndrome, which basically means because I smoked/ate/vaped marijuana almost every day for 15 years, my body was tapping out. What I *did* know was the guy lying in that hospital bed wasn’t even the real me I was (am) a weed addict, but as much as I was addicted to the drug, I was equally addicted to suppressing myself with every hit. Hiding my light. I filled myself with smoke so, in a way, no one could ever see me. So I could never see myself I stopped using that day. As the smoke cleared over the following months, the real me emerged from the haze, and, particularly through the act of writing, I discovered my voice. A way to shine my light. Wedged against me through it all, or at the very least with a paw always touching me, was Darryl. Touching the me that, despite obscuring it with smoke for so long, he had always seen. Always loved. By my side writing, pushing into my hand for neck massages, stretching his legs like a show-off ballerina during scratches - his touch was, in the most fundamental way, how he said: “I’m here with you” On Oct 6, 2021, thousands of miles and an ocean away, we got the call that Darryl had died. That night we wandered the streets of London, crying and laughing and wishing we could’ve said goodbye. Comforted him. Touched him one last time. Then, from under a car, a cat appeared, meowing loudly and purposefully trotting right towards us, eagerly pushing its neck into my hand as I offered it, just like Darryl used to. Stretching its legs like a show-off ballerina, just like Darryl used to We stayed with this un-cat-like cat for a long time, in a strange way getting a chance to say goodbye. A chance for one last touch. A chance for him to say: “I’m here with you”

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Caption : On Oct 12, 2018, I started throwing up and couldn’t stop. By the time I got to the hospital, 26 pukes later, the pain was so intense that morphine wasn’t enough to stop it, so they gave me a drug 7x stronger called Dilaudid, and even that only eased the pain for a few hours 8 days 4 blood tests 3 doctors 2 ultrasounds and 1 endoscopy later (and 15lbs lighter) I left the hospital not knowing exactly what caused it, but doctors thought it might be Cannabinoid Hyperemesis Syndrome, which basically means because I smoked/ate/vaped marijuana almost every day for 15 years, my body was tapping out. What I *did* know was the guy lying in that hospital bed wasn’t even the real me I was (am) a weed addict, but as much as I was addicted to the drug, I was equally addicted to suppressing myself with every hit. Hiding my light. I filled myself with smoke so, in a way, no one could ever see me. So I could never see myself I stopped using that day. As the smoke cleared over the following months, the real me emerged from the haze, and, particularly through the act of writing, I discovered my voice. A way to shine my light. Wedged against me through it all, or at the very least with a paw always touching me, was Darryl. Touching the me that, despite obscuring it with smoke for so long, he had always seen. Always loved. By my side writing, pushing into my hand for neck massages, stretching his legs like a show-off ballerina during scratches – his touch was, in the most fundamental way, how he said: “I’m here with you” On Oct 6, 2021, thousands of miles and an ocean away, we got the call that Darryl had died. That night we wandered the streets of London, crying and laughing and wishing we could’ve said goodbye. Comforted him. Touched him one last time. Then, from under a car, a cat appeared, meowing loudly and purposefully trotting right towards us, eagerly pushing its neck into my hand as I offered it, just like Darryl used to. Stretching its legs like a show-off ballerina, just like Darryl used to We stayed with this un-cat-like cat for a long time, in a strange way getting a chance to say goodbye. A chance for one last touch. A chance for him to say: “I’m here with you”
Likes : 29593Dustin Milligan - 29.6K Likes - On Oct 12, 2018, I started throwing up and couldn’t stop. By the time I got to the hospital, 26 pukes later, the pain was so intense that morphine wasn’t enough to stop it, so they gave me a drug 7x stronger called Dilaudid, and even that only eased the pain for a few hours 8 days 4 blood tests 3 doctors 2 ultrasounds and 1 endoscopy later (and 15lbs lighter) I left the hospital not knowing exactly what caused it, but doctors thought it might be Cannabinoid Hyperemesis Syndrome, which basically means because I smoked/ate/vaped marijuana almost every day for 15 years, my body was tapping out. What I *did* know was the guy lying in that hospital bed wasn’t even the real me I was (am) a weed addict, but as much as I was addicted to the drug, I was equally addicted to suppressing myself with every hit. Hiding my light. I filled myself with smoke so, in a way, no one could ever see me. So I could never see myself I stopped using that day. As the smoke cleared over the following months, the real me emerged from the haze, and, particularly through the act of writing, I discovered my voice. A way to shine my light. Wedged against me through it all, or at the very least with a paw always touching me, was Darryl. Touching the me that, despite obscuring it with smoke for so long, he had always seen. Always loved. By my side writing, pushing into my hand for neck massages, stretching his legs like a show-off ballerina during scratches - his touch was, in the most fundamental way, how he said: “I’m here with you” On Oct 6, 2021, thousands of miles and an ocean away, we got the call that Darryl had died. That night we wandered the streets of London, crying and laughing and wishing we could’ve said goodbye. Comforted him. Touched him one last time. Then, from under a car, a cat appeared, meowing loudly and purposefully trotting right towards us, eagerly pushing its neck into my hand as I offered it, just like Darryl used to. Stretching its legs like a show-off ballerina, just like Darryl used to We stayed with this un-cat-like cat for a long time, in a strange way getting a chance to say goodbye. A chance for one last touch. A chance for him to say: “I’m here with you”

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Caption : On Oct 12, 2018, I started throwing up and couldn’t stop. By the time I got to the hospital, 26 pukes later, the pain was so intense that morphine wasn’t enough to stop it, so they gave me a drug 7x stronger called Dilaudid, and even that only eased the pain for a few hours 8 days 4 blood tests 3 doctors 2 ultrasounds and 1 endoscopy later (and 15lbs lighter) I left the hospital not knowing exactly what caused it, but doctors thought it might be Cannabinoid Hyperemesis Syndrome, which basically means because I smoked/ate/vaped marijuana almost every day for 15 years, my body was tapping out. What I *did* know was the guy lying in that hospital bed wasn’t even the real me I was (am) a weed addict, but as much as I was addicted to the drug, I was equally addicted to suppressing myself with every hit. Hiding my light. I filled myself with smoke so, in a way, no one could ever see me. So I could never see myself I stopped using that day. As the smoke cleared over the following months, the real me emerged from the haze, and, particularly through the act of writing, I discovered my voice. A way to shine my light. Wedged against me through it all, or at the very least with a paw always touching me, was Darryl. Touching the me that, despite obscuring it with smoke for so long, he had always seen. Always loved. By my side writing, pushing into my hand for neck massages, stretching his legs like a show-off ballerina during scratches – his touch was, in the most fundamental way, how he said: “I’m here with you” On Oct 6, 2021, thousands of miles and an ocean away, we got the call that Darryl had died. That night we wandered the streets of London, crying and laughing and wishing we could’ve said goodbye. Comforted him. Touched him one last time. Then, from under a car, a cat appeared, meowing loudly and purposefully trotting right towards us, eagerly pushing its neck into my hand as I offered it, just like Darryl used to. Stretching its legs like a show-off ballerina, just like Darryl used to We stayed with this un-cat-like cat for a long time, in a strange way getting a chance to say goodbye. A chance for one last touch. A chance for him to say: “I’m here with you”
Likes : 29593Dustin Milligan - 29.6K Likes - On Oct 12, 2018, I started throwing up and couldn’t stop. By the time I got to the hospital, 26 pukes later, the pain was so intense that morphine wasn’t enough to stop it, so they gave me a drug 7x stronger called Dilaudid, and even that only eased the pain for a few hours 8 days 4 blood tests 3 doctors 2 ultrasounds and 1 endoscopy later (and 15lbs lighter) I left the hospital not knowing exactly what caused it, but doctors thought it might be Cannabinoid Hyperemesis Syndrome, which basically means because I smoked/ate/vaped marijuana almost every day for 15 years, my body was tapping out. What I *did* know was the guy lying in that hospital bed wasn’t even the real me I was (am) a weed addict, but as much as I was addicted to the drug, I was equally addicted to suppressing myself with every hit. Hiding my light. I filled myself with smoke so, in a way, no one could ever see me. So I could never see myself I stopped using that day. As the smoke cleared over the following months, the real me emerged from the haze, and, particularly through the act of writing, I discovered my voice. A way to shine my light. Wedged against me through it all, or at the very least with a paw always touching me, was Darryl. Touching the me that, despite obscuring it with smoke for so long, he had always seen. Always loved. By my side writing, pushing into my hand for neck massages, stretching his legs like a show-off ballerina during scratches - his touch was, in the most fundamental way, how he said: “I’m here with you” On Oct 6, 2021, thousands of miles and an ocean away, we got the call that Darryl had died. That night we wandered the streets of London, crying and laughing and wishing we could’ve said goodbye. Comforted him. Touched him one last time. Then, from under a car, a cat appeared, meowing loudly and purposefully trotting right towards us, eagerly pushing its neck into my hand as I offered it, just like Darryl used to. Stretching its legs like a show-off ballerina, just like Darryl used to We stayed with this un-cat-like cat for a long time, in a strange way getting a chance to say goodbye. A chance for one last touch. A chance for him to say: “I’m here with you”

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Caption : On Oct 12, 2018, I started throwing up and couldn’t stop. By the time I got to the hospital, 26 pukes later, the pain was so intense that morphine wasn’t enough to stop it, so they gave me a drug 7x stronger called Dilaudid, and even that only eased the pain for a few hours 8 days 4 blood tests 3 doctors 2 ultrasounds and 1 endoscopy later (and 15lbs lighter) I left the hospital not knowing exactly what caused it, but doctors thought it might be Cannabinoid Hyperemesis Syndrome, which basically means because I smoked/ate/vaped marijuana almost every day for 15 years, my body was tapping out. What I *did* know was the guy lying in that hospital bed wasn’t even the real me I was (am) a weed addict, but as much as I was addicted to the drug, I was equally addicted to suppressing myself with every hit. Hiding my light. I filled myself with smoke so, in a way, no one could ever see me. So I could never see myself I stopped using that day. As the smoke cleared over the following months, the real me emerged from the haze, and, particularly through the act of writing, I discovered my voice. A way to shine my light. Wedged against me through it all, or at the very least with a paw always touching me, was Darryl. Touching the me that, despite obscuring it with smoke for so long, he had always seen. Always loved. By my side writing, pushing into my hand for neck massages, stretching his legs like a show-off ballerina during scratches – his touch was, in the most fundamental way, how he said: “I’m here with you” On Oct 6, 2021, thousands of miles and an ocean away, we got the call that Darryl had died. That night we wandered the streets of London, crying and laughing and wishing we could’ve said goodbye. Comforted him. Touched him one last time. Then, from under a car, a cat appeared, meowing loudly and purposefully trotting right towards us, eagerly pushing its neck into my hand as I offered it, just like Darryl used to. Stretching its legs like a show-off ballerina, just like Darryl used to We stayed with this un-cat-like cat for a long time, in a strange way getting a chance to say goodbye. A chance for one last touch. A chance for him to say: “I’m here with you”
Likes : 29593Dustin Milligan - 29.6K Likes - On Oct 12, 2018, I started throwing up and couldn’t stop. By the time I got to the hospital, 26 pukes later, the pain was so intense that morphine wasn’t enough to stop it, so they gave me a drug 7x stronger called Dilaudid, and even that only eased the pain for a few hours 8 days 4 blood tests 3 doctors 2 ultrasounds and 1 endoscopy later (and 15lbs lighter) I left the hospital not knowing exactly what caused it, but doctors thought it might be Cannabinoid Hyperemesis Syndrome, which basically means because I smoked/ate/vaped marijuana almost every day for 15 years, my body was tapping out. What I *did* know was the guy lying in that hospital bed wasn’t even the real me I was (am) a weed addict, but as much as I was addicted to the drug, I was equally addicted to suppressing myself with every hit. Hiding my light. I filled myself with smoke so, in a way, no one could ever see me. So I could never see myself I stopped using that day. As the smoke cleared over the following months, the real me emerged from the haze, and, particularly through the act of writing, I discovered my voice. A way to shine my light. Wedged against me through it all, or at the very least with a paw always touching me, was Darryl. Touching the me that, despite obscuring it with smoke for so long, he had always seen. Always loved. By my side writing, pushing into my hand for neck massages, stretching his legs like a show-off ballerina during scratches - his touch was, in the most fundamental way, how he said: “I’m here with you” On Oct 6, 2021, thousands of miles and an ocean away, we got the call that Darryl had died. That night we wandered the streets of London, crying and laughing and wishing we could’ve said goodbye. Comforted him. Touched him one last time. Then, from under a car, a cat appeared, meowing loudly and purposefully trotting right towards us, eagerly pushing its neck into my hand as I offered it, just like Darryl used to. Stretching its legs like a show-off ballerina, just like Darryl used to We stayed with this un-cat-like cat for a long time, in a strange way getting a chance to say goodbye. A chance for one last touch. A chance for him to say: “I’m here with you”

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Caption : On Oct 12, 2018, I started throwing up and couldn’t stop. By the time I got to the hospital, 26 pukes later, the pain was so intense that morphine wasn’t enough to stop it, so they gave me a drug 7x stronger called Dilaudid, and even that only eased the pain for a few hours 8 days 4 blood tests 3 doctors 2 ultrasounds and 1 endoscopy later (and 15lbs lighter) I left the hospital not knowing exactly what caused it, but doctors thought it might be Cannabinoid Hyperemesis Syndrome, which basically means because I smoked/ate/vaped marijuana almost every day for 15 years, my body was tapping out. What I *did* know was the guy lying in that hospital bed wasn’t even the real me I was (am) a weed addict, but as much as I was addicted to the drug, I was equally addicted to suppressing myself with every hit. Hiding my light. I filled myself with smoke so, in a way, no one could ever see me. So I could never see myself I stopped using that day. As the smoke cleared over the following months, the real me emerged from the haze, and, particularly through the act of writing, I discovered my voice. A way to shine my light. Wedged against me through it all, or at the very least with a paw always touching me, was Darryl. Touching the me that, despite obscuring it with smoke for so long, he had always seen. Always loved. By my side writing, pushing into my hand for neck massages, stretching his legs like a show-off ballerina during scratches – his touch was, in the most fundamental way, how he said: “I’m here with you” On Oct 6, 2021, thousands of miles and an ocean away, we got the call that Darryl had died. That night we wandered the streets of London, crying and laughing and wishing we could’ve said goodbye. Comforted him. Touched him one last time. Then, from under a car, a cat appeared, meowing loudly and purposefully trotting right towards us, eagerly pushing its neck into my hand as I offered it, just like Darryl used to. Stretching its legs like a show-off ballerina, just like Darryl used to We stayed with this un-cat-like cat for a long time, in a strange way getting a chance to say goodbye. A chance for one last touch. A chance for him to say: “I’m here with you”
Likes : 29593Dustin Milligan - 29.6K Likes - On Oct 12, 2018, I started throwing up and couldn’t stop. By the time I got to the hospital, 26 pukes later, the pain was so intense that morphine wasn’t enough to stop it, so they gave me a drug 7x stronger called Dilaudid, and even that only eased the pain for a few hours 8 days 4 blood tests 3 doctors 2 ultrasounds and 1 endoscopy later (and 15lbs lighter) I left the hospital not knowing exactly what caused it, but doctors thought it might be Cannabinoid Hyperemesis Syndrome, which basically means because I smoked/ate/vaped marijuana almost every day for 15 years, my body was tapping out. What I *did* know was the guy lying in that hospital bed wasn’t even the real me I was (am) a weed addict, but as much as I was addicted to the drug, I was equally addicted to suppressing myself with every hit. Hiding my light. I filled myself with smoke so, in a way, no one could ever see me. So I could never see myself I stopped using that day. As the smoke cleared over the following months, the real me emerged from the haze, and, particularly through the act of writing, I discovered my voice. A way to shine my light. Wedged against me through it all, or at the very least with a paw always touching me, was Darryl. Touching the me that, despite obscuring it with smoke for so long, he had always seen. Always loved. By my side writing, pushing into my hand for neck massages, stretching his legs like a show-off ballerina during scratches - his touch was, in the most fundamental way, how he said: “I’m here with you” On Oct 6, 2021, thousands of miles and an ocean away, we got the call that Darryl had died. That night we wandered the streets of London, crying and laughing and wishing we could’ve said goodbye. Comforted him. Touched him one last time. Then, from under a car, a cat appeared, meowing loudly and purposefully trotting right towards us, eagerly pushing its neck into my hand as I offered it, just like Darryl used to. Stretching its legs like a show-off ballerina, just like Darryl used to We stayed with this un-cat-like cat for a long time, in a strange way getting a chance to say goodbye. A chance for one last touch. A chance for him to say: “I’m here with you”

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Caption : On Oct 12, 2018, I started throwing up and couldn’t stop. By the time I got to the hospital, 26 pukes later, the pain was so intense that morphine wasn’t enough to stop it, so they gave me a drug 7x stronger called Dilaudid, and even that only eased the pain for a few hours 8 days 4 blood tests 3 doctors 2 ultrasounds and 1 endoscopy later (and 15lbs lighter) I left the hospital not knowing exactly what caused it, but doctors thought it might be Cannabinoid Hyperemesis Syndrome, which basically means because I smoked/ate/vaped marijuana almost every day for 15 years, my body was tapping out. What I *did* know was the guy lying in that hospital bed wasn’t even the real me I was (am) a weed addict, but as much as I was addicted to the drug, I was equally addicted to suppressing myself with every hit. Hiding my light. I filled myself with smoke so, in a way, no one could ever see me. So I could never see myself I stopped using that day. As the smoke cleared over the following months, the real me emerged from the haze, and, particularly through the act of writing, I discovered my voice. A way to shine my light. Wedged against me through it all, or at the very least with a paw always touching me, was Darryl. Touching the me that, despite obscuring it with smoke for so long, he had always seen. Always loved. By my side writing, pushing into my hand for neck massages, stretching his legs like a show-off ballerina during scratches – his touch was, in the most fundamental way, how he said: “I’m here with you” On Oct 6, 2021, thousands of miles and an ocean away, we got the call that Darryl had died. That night we wandered the streets of London, crying and laughing and wishing we could’ve said goodbye. Comforted him. Touched him one last time. Then, from under a car, a cat appeared, meowing loudly and purposefully trotting right towards us, eagerly pushing its neck into my hand as I offered it, just like Darryl used to. Stretching its legs like a show-off ballerina, just like Darryl used to We stayed with this un-cat-like cat for a long time, in a strange way getting a chance to say goodbye. A chance for one last touch. A chance for him to say: “I’m here with you”
Likes : 29593Dustin Milligan - 29.6K Likes - On Oct 12, 2018, I started throwing up and couldn’t stop. By the time I got to the hospital, 26 pukes later, the pain was so intense that morphine wasn’t enough to stop it, so they gave me a drug 7x stronger called Dilaudid, and even that only eased the pain for a few hours 8 days 4 blood tests 3 doctors 2 ultrasounds and 1 endoscopy later (and 15lbs lighter) I left the hospital not knowing exactly what caused it, but doctors thought it might be Cannabinoid Hyperemesis Syndrome, which basically means because I smoked/ate/vaped marijuana almost every day for 15 years, my body was tapping out. What I *did* know was the guy lying in that hospital bed wasn’t even the real me I was (am) a weed addict, but as much as I was addicted to the drug, I was equally addicted to suppressing myself with every hit. Hiding my light. I filled myself with smoke so, in a way, no one could ever see me. So I could never see myself I stopped using that day. As the smoke cleared over the following months, the real me emerged from the haze, and, particularly through the act of writing, I discovered my voice. A way to shine my light. Wedged against me through it all, or at the very least with a paw always touching me, was Darryl. Touching the me that, despite obscuring it with smoke for so long, he had always seen. Always loved. By my side writing, pushing into my hand for neck massages, stretching his legs like a show-off ballerina during scratches - his touch was, in the most fundamental way, how he said: “I’m here with you” On Oct 6, 2021, thousands of miles and an ocean away, we got the call that Darryl had died. That night we wandered the streets of London, crying and laughing and wishing we could’ve said goodbye. Comforted him. Touched him one last time. Then, from under a car, a cat appeared, meowing loudly and purposefully trotting right towards us, eagerly pushing its neck into my hand as I offered it, just like Darryl used to. Stretching its legs like a show-off ballerina, just like Darryl used to We stayed with this un-cat-like cat for a long time, in a strange way getting a chance to say goodbye. A chance for one last touch. A chance for him to say: “I’m here with you”

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Caption : On Oct 12, 2018, I started throwing up and couldn’t stop. By the time I got to the hospital, 26 pukes later, the pain was so intense that morphine wasn’t enough to stop it, so they gave me a drug 7x stronger called Dilaudid, and even that only eased the pain for a few hours 8 days 4 blood tests 3 doctors 2 ultrasounds and 1 endoscopy later (and 15lbs lighter) I left the hospital not knowing exactly what caused it, but doctors thought it might be Cannabinoid Hyperemesis Syndrome, which basically means because I smoked/ate/vaped marijuana almost every day for 15 years, my body was tapping out. What I *did* know was the guy lying in that hospital bed wasn’t even the real me I was (am) a weed addict, but as much as I was addicted to the drug, I was equally addicted to suppressing myself with every hit. Hiding my light. I filled myself with smoke so, in a way, no one could ever see me. So I could never see myself I stopped using that day. As the smoke cleared over the following months, the real me emerged from the haze, and, particularly through the act of writing, I discovered my voice. A way to shine my light. Wedged against me through it all, or at the very least with a paw always touching me, was Darryl. Touching the me that, despite obscuring it with smoke for so long, he had always seen. Always loved. By my side writing, pushing into my hand for neck massages, stretching his legs like a show-off ballerina during scratches – his touch was, in the most fundamental way, how he said: “I’m here with you” On Oct 6, 2021, thousands of miles and an ocean away, we got the call that Darryl had died. That night we wandered the streets of London, crying and laughing and wishing we could’ve said goodbye. Comforted him. Touched him one last time. Then, from under a car, a cat appeared, meowing loudly and purposefully trotting right towards us, eagerly pushing its neck into my hand as I offered it, just like Darryl used to. Stretching its legs like a show-off ballerina, just like Darryl used to We stayed with this un-cat-like cat for a long time, in a strange way getting a chance to say goodbye. A chance for one last touch. A chance for him to say: “I’m here with you”
Likes : 29593Dustin Milligan - 29.6K Likes - On Oct 12, 2018, I started throwing up and couldn’t stop. By the time I got to the hospital, 26 pukes later, the pain was so intense that morphine wasn’t enough to stop it, so they gave me a drug 7x stronger called Dilaudid, and even that only eased the pain for a few hours 8 days 4 blood tests 3 doctors 2 ultrasounds and 1 endoscopy later (and 15lbs lighter) I left the hospital not knowing exactly what caused it, but doctors thought it might be Cannabinoid Hyperemesis Syndrome, which basically means because I smoked/ate/vaped marijuana almost every day for 15 years, my body was tapping out. What I *did* know was the guy lying in that hospital bed wasn’t even the real me I was (am) a weed addict, but as much as I was addicted to the drug, I was equally addicted to suppressing myself with every hit. Hiding my light. I filled myself with smoke so, in a way, no one could ever see me. So I could never see myself I stopped using that day. As the smoke cleared over the following months, the real me emerged from the haze, and, particularly through the act of writing, I discovered my voice. A way to shine my light. Wedged against me through it all, or at the very least with a paw always touching me, was Darryl. Touching the me that, despite obscuring it with smoke for so long, he had always seen. Always loved. By my side writing, pushing into my hand for neck massages, stretching his legs like a show-off ballerina during scratches - his touch was, in the most fundamental way, how he said: “I’m here with you” On Oct 6, 2021, thousands of miles and an ocean away, we got the call that Darryl had died. That night we wandered the streets of London, crying and laughing and wishing we could’ve said goodbye. Comforted him. Touched him one last time. Then, from under a car, a cat appeared, meowing loudly and purposefully trotting right towards us, eagerly pushing its neck into my hand as I offered it, just like Darryl used to. Stretching its legs like a show-off ballerina, just like Darryl used to We stayed with this un-cat-like cat for a long time, in a strange way getting a chance to say goodbye. A chance for one last touch. A chance for him to say: “I’m here with you”

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Caption : On Oct 12, 2018, I started throwing up and couldn’t stop. By the time I got to the hospital, 26 pukes later, the pain was so intense that morphine wasn’t enough to stop it, so they gave me a drug 7x stronger called Dilaudid, and even that only eased the pain for a few hours 8 days 4 blood tests 3 doctors 2 ultrasounds and 1 endoscopy later (and 15lbs lighter) I left the hospital not knowing exactly what caused it, but doctors thought it might be Cannabinoid Hyperemesis Syndrome, which basically means because I smoked/ate/vaped marijuana almost every day for 15 years, my body was tapping out. What I *did* know was the guy lying in that hospital bed wasn’t even the real me I was (am) a weed addict, but as much as I was addicted to the drug, I was equally addicted to suppressing myself with every hit. Hiding my light. I filled myself with smoke so, in a way, no one could ever see me. So I could never see myself I stopped using that day. As the smoke cleared over the following months, the real me emerged from the haze, and, particularly through the act of writing, I discovered my voice. A way to shine my light. Wedged against me through it all, or at the very least with a paw always touching me, was Darryl. Touching the me that, despite obscuring it with smoke for so long, he had always seen. Always loved. By my side writing, pushing into my hand for neck massages, stretching his legs like a show-off ballerina during scratches – his touch was, in the most fundamental way, how he said: “I’m here with you” On Oct 6, 2021, thousands of miles and an ocean away, we got the call that Darryl had died. That night we wandered the streets of London, crying and laughing and wishing we could’ve said goodbye. Comforted him. Touched him one last time. Then, from under a car, a cat appeared, meowing loudly and purposefully trotting right towards us, eagerly pushing its neck into my hand as I offered it, just like Darryl used to. Stretching its legs like a show-off ballerina, just like Darryl used to We stayed with this un-cat-like cat for a long time, in a strange way getting a chance to say goodbye. A chance for one last touch. A chance for him to say: “I’m here with you”
Likes : 29593Dustin Milligan - 29.6K Likes - On Oct 12, 2018, I started throwing up and couldn’t stop. By the time I got to the hospital, 26 pukes later, the pain was so intense that morphine wasn’t enough to stop it, so they gave me a drug 7x stronger called Dilaudid, and even that only eased the pain for a few hours 8 days 4 blood tests 3 doctors 2 ultrasounds and 1 endoscopy later (and 15lbs lighter) I left the hospital not knowing exactly what caused it, but doctors thought it might be Cannabinoid Hyperemesis Syndrome, which basically means because I smoked/ate/vaped marijuana almost every day for 15 years, my body was tapping out. What I *did* know was the guy lying in that hospital bed wasn’t even the real me I was (am) a weed addict, but as much as I was addicted to the drug, I was equally addicted to suppressing myself with every hit. Hiding my light. I filled myself with smoke so, in a way, no one could ever see me. So I could never see myself I stopped using that day. As the smoke cleared over the following months, the real me emerged from the haze, and, particularly through the act of writing, I discovered my voice. A way to shine my light. Wedged against me through it all, or at the very least with a paw always touching me, was Darryl. Touching the me that, despite obscuring it with smoke for so long, he had always seen. Always loved. By my side writing, pushing into my hand for neck massages, stretching his legs like a show-off ballerina during scratches - his touch was, in the most fundamental way, how he said: “I’m here with you” On Oct 6, 2021, thousands of miles and an ocean away, we got the call that Darryl had died. That night we wandered the streets of London, crying and laughing and wishing we could’ve said goodbye. Comforted him. Touched him one last time. Then, from under a car, a cat appeared, meowing loudly and purposefully trotting right towards us, eagerly pushing its neck into my hand as I offered it, just like Darryl used to. Stretching its legs like a show-off ballerina, just like Darryl used to We stayed with this un-cat-like cat for a long time, in a strange way getting a chance to say goodbye. A chance for one last touch. A chance for him to say: “I’m here with you”

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Caption : On Oct 12, 2018, I started throwing up and couldn’t stop. By the time I got to the hospital, 26 pukes later, the pain was so intense that morphine wasn’t enough to stop it, so they gave me a drug 7x stronger called Dilaudid, and even that only eased the pain for a few hours 8 days 4 blood tests 3 doctors 2 ultrasounds and 1 endoscopy later (and 15lbs lighter) I left the hospital not knowing exactly what caused it, but doctors thought it might be Cannabinoid Hyperemesis Syndrome, which basically means because I smoked/ate/vaped marijuana almost every day for 15 years, my body was tapping out. What I *did* know was the guy lying in that hospital bed wasn’t even the real me I was (am) a weed addict, but as much as I was addicted to the drug, I was equally addicted to suppressing myself with every hit. Hiding my light. I filled myself with smoke so, in a way, no one could ever see me. So I could never see myself I stopped using that day. As the smoke cleared over the following months, the real me emerged from the haze, and, particularly through the act of writing, I discovered my voice. A way to shine my light. Wedged against me through it all, or at the very least with a paw always touching me, was Darryl. Touching the me that, despite obscuring it with smoke for so long, he had always seen. Always loved. By my side writing, pushing into my hand for neck massages, stretching his legs like a show-off ballerina during scratches – his touch was, in the most fundamental way, how he said: “I’m here with you” On Oct 6, 2021, thousands of miles and an ocean away, we got the call that Darryl had died. That night we wandered the streets of London, crying and laughing and wishing we could’ve said goodbye. Comforted him. Touched him one last time. Then, from under a car, a cat appeared, meowing loudly and purposefully trotting right towards us, eagerly pushing its neck into my hand as I offered it, just like Darryl used to. Stretching its legs like a show-off ballerina, just like Darryl used to We stayed with this un-cat-like cat for a long time, in a strange way getting a chance to say goodbye. A chance for one last touch. A chance for him to say: “I’m here with you”
Likes : 29593Dustin Milligan - 29.6K Likes - On Oct 12, 2018, I started throwing up and couldn’t stop. By the time I got to the hospital, 26 pukes later, the pain was so intense that morphine wasn’t enough to stop it, so they gave me a drug 7x stronger called Dilaudid, and even that only eased the pain for a few hours 8 days 4 blood tests 3 doctors 2 ultrasounds and 1 endoscopy later (and 15lbs lighter) I left the hospital not knowing exactly what caused it, but doctors thought it might be Cannabinoid Hyperemesis Syndrome, which basically means because I smoked/ate/vaped marijuana almost every day for 15 years, my body was tapping out. What I *did* know was the guy lying in that hospital bed wasn’t even the real me I was (am) a weed addict, but as much as I was addicted to the drug, I was equally addicted to suppressing myself with every hit. Hiding my light. I filled myself with smoke so, in a way, no one could ever see me. So I could never see myself I stopped using that day. As the smoke cleared over the following months, the real me emerged from the haze, and, particularly through the act of writing, I discovered my voice. A way to shine my light. Wedged against me through it all, or at the very least with a paw always touching me, was Darryl. Touching the me that, despite obscuring it with smoke for so long, he had always seen. Always loved. By my side writing, pushing into my hand for neck massages, stretching his legs like a show-off ballerina during scratches - his touch was, in the most fundamental way, how he said: “I’m here with you” On Oct 6, 2021, thousands of miles and an ocean away, we got the call that Darryl had died. That night we wandered the streets of London, crying and laughing and wishing we could’ve said goodbye. Comforted him. Touched him one last time. Then, from under a car, a cat appeared, meowing loudly and purposefully trotting right towards us, eagerly pushing its neck into my hand as I offered it, just like Darryl used to. Stretching its legs like a show-off ballerina, just like Darryl used to We stayed with this un-cat-like cat for a long time, in a strange way getting a chance to say goodbye. A chance for one last touch. A chance for him to say: “I’m here with you”

29.6K Likes – Dustin Milligan Instagram

Caption : On Oct 12, 2018, I started throwing up and couldn’t stop. By the time I got to the hospital, 26 pukes later, the pain was so intense that morphine wasn’t enough to stop it, so they gave me a drug 7x stronger called Dilaudid, and even that only eased the pain for a few hours 8 days 4 blood tests 3 doctors 2 ultrasounds and 1 endoscopy later (and 15lbs lighter) I left the hospital not knowing exactly what caused it, but doctors thought it might be Cannabinoid Hyperemesis Syndrome, which basically means because I smoked/ate/vaped marijuana almost every day for 15 years, my body was tapping out. What I *did* know was the guy lying in that hospital bed wasn’t even the real me I was (am) a weed addict, but as much as I was addicted to the drug, I was equally addicted to suppressing myself with every hit. Hiding my light. I filled myself with smoke so, in a way, no one could ever see me. So I could never see myself I stopped using that day. As the smoke cleared over the following months, the real me emerged from the haze, and, particularly through the act of writing, I discovered my voice. A way to shine my light. Wedged against me through it all, or at the very least with a paw always touching me, was Darryl. Touching the me that, despite obscuring it with smoke for so long, he had always seen. Always loved. By my side writing, pushing into my hand for neck massages, stretching his legs like a show-off ballerina during scratches – his touch was, in the most fundamental way, how he said: “I’m here with you” On Oct 6, 2021, thousands of miles and an ocean away, we got the call that Darryl had died. That night we wandered the streets of London, crying and laughing and wishing we could’ve said goodbye. Comforted him. Touched him one last time. Then, from under a car, a cat appeared, meowing loudly and purposefully trotting right towards us, eagerly pushing its neck into my hand as I offered it, just like Darryl used to. Stretching its legs like a show-off ballerina, just like Darryl used to We stayed with this un-cat-like cat for a long time, in a strange way getting a chance to say goodbye. A chance for one last touch. A chance for him to say: “I’m here with you”
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Caption : When you shoot with @selashiloniphoto, the camera adds ten pounds of cameras – – – *This photo may have been retouched/edited by photographer*
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Likes : 16491Dustin Milligan - 16.2K Likes - In honour of the season finale of #dirkgentlybbca, I present to you: "Friedkin in rooms he never went into during the actual show, a series"

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Caption : In honour of the season finale of #dirkgentlybbca, I present to you: “Friedkin in rooms he never went into during the actual show, a series”
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16.2K Likes – Dustin Milligan Instagram

Caption : In honour of the season finale of #dirkgentlybbca, I present to you: “Friedkin in rooms he never went into during the actual show, a series”
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16.2K Likes – Dustin Milligan Instagram

Caption : In honour of the season finale of #dirkgentlybbca, I present to you: “Friedkin in rooms he never went into during the actual show, a series”
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16.2K Likes – Dustin Milligan Instagram

Caption : In honour of the season finale of #dirkgentlybbca, I present to you: “Friedkin in rooms he never went into during the actual show, a series”
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11.9K Likes – Dustin Milligan Instagram

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Caption : catfish for breakfast courtesy of @deucestain1
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Likes : 5511Dustin Milligan - 5.5K Likes - Happy (early) Mother’s Day Go see the undeniable light of @ninawest shine in the hilarious, heartfelt, and horny @hairsprayontour! 📸: @vivienkillilea

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Caption : Happy (early) Mother’s Day Go see the undeniable light of @ninawest shine in the hilarious, heartfelt, and horny @hairsprayontour! 📸: @vivienkillilea
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Likes : 5367Dustin Milligan - 5.3K Likes - Darryl’s last day of #boyztrip2018 annnd also #schittscreek season 5

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Caption : Darryl’s last day of #boyztrip2018 annnd also #schittscreek season 5
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Caption : pupcakes . . . thanks to these Schittheads: http://Facebook.com/groups/schittscreekfans/
Likes : 5073Dustin Milligan - 4.8K Likes - Congratulations to Safiya Hashi, the 2020 (and 13th!) recipient of the Enough Talk, Hurry Up and Do It Already Arts Scholarship Looking forward to seeing her fly through her time at the University of Calgary where she’ll be majoring in English, then leaving the nest and bringing her writing to the world — writing so sick, it should be ill-eagle! Link in bio to donate or apply!

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Caption : Congratulations to Safiya Hashi, the 2020 (and 13th!) recipient of the Enough Talk, Hurry Up and Do It Already Arts Scholarship Looking forward to seeing her fly through her time at the University of Calgary where she’ll be majoring in English, then leaving the nest and bringing her writing to the world — writing so sick, it should be ill-eagle! Link in bio to donate or apply!
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Likes : 4741Dustin Milligan - 4.6K Likes - Congratulations to Raven Mutford, the 2021 recipient of the Enough Talk, Hurry Up and Do It Already Arts Scholarship Not only will she be studying acting at UBC this fall, but she’s already secured representation at @playmgmt! When I was her age I spent $40 on McNuggets — she’s gonna crush it! Link in bio to donate or apply!

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Caption : Congratulations to Raven Mutford, the 2021 recipient of the Enough Talk, Hurry Up and Do It Already Arts Scholarship Not only will she be studying acting at UBC this fall, but she’s already secured representation at @playmgmt! When I was her age I spent $40 on McNuggets — she’s gonna crush it! Link in bio to donate or apply!
Likes : 4600Dustin Milligan - 4.6K Likes - Congratulations to Raven Mutford, the 2021 recipient of the Enough Talk, Hurry Up and Do It Already Arts Scholarship Not only will she be studying acting at UBC this fall, but she’s already secured representation at @playmgmt! When I was her age I spent $40 on McNuggets — she’s gonna crush it! Link in bio to donate or apply!

4.6K Likes – Dustin Milligan Instagram

Caption : Congratulations to Raven Mutford, the 2021 recipient of the Enough Talk, Hurry Up and Do It Already Arts Scholarship Not only will she be studying acting at UBC this fall, but she’s already secured representation at @playmgmt! When I was her age I spent $40 on McNuggets — she’s gonna crush it! Link in bio to donate or apply!
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