It hit me suddenly and violently at age 56. Hit my mother around 50. No pizza or ice cream for me, but I have always loved sharp chesses and still enjoy them without problems.
Friends of my parents, both smokers, had this. One died last year. Made it to 87 but only because he was rich. Rough last few years. His wife is doing better but still shaky.
Aggravates the shit out of me. I was reading about some famous person, and it said he's from Bayonne. And I thought, no shit, he's from Jersey?
No, not that Bayonne, and not that Jersey either.
Jesus fuck why couldn't people have made up new names, or just used more of the native names that already existed?