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Why I’m the Real Deadpool Even Though Ryan Reynolds Played Him
If life imitates art, there’s a reason I love Deadpool. The unstoppable merc with a mouth can’t die no matter how hard he tries. We have a lot in common!
Deadpool is raking it in at the theaters at nearly 600 million dollars and counting. There’s probably a reason I enjoy Deadpool so much. We’ve got a lot in common.
In the first Deadpool, Wade Wilson is diagnosed with cancer. He doesn’t know he’s sick until he sees a doctor. By the time he does, he’s royally screwed.
That was me in February and March. Completely and royally screwed. I was better than Wade Wilson. It didn’t hit my brain. Still, Stage IV with an extensive spread meant that the doctor’s expectation was I’d be dead in a couple of years or less.
Wait a minute! We have other things in common!
First of all, I’m a sexy beast! LOL!
Seriously, much like Wade Wilson, I’ve had that experience where someone tried to kill me and proved I’m hard to kill. That’s not to say it’s impossible. It’s just not easy. Of course, I’ve never been torn in half or blown into dozens of pieces the way old Deadpool has. If I ever return from either, I better buy lottery…
