He's a diabetic dude or he's nothing. I'm talking about my junior high classmate, Nick, who's as sickly as any tiny fellow can get. Diabetes runs in his family, but the symptoms never show up until in the early twenties, as in the case of his
pretty twin sisters. He, on the other hand, had been pissing in his pants 24/7 ever since he was in third grade. When the student club members carried lunch boxes with Oreo and spaghetti, he won't join the potluck. Sometimes, he was branded the low-carb Johnny.
