Day 25 makeup

I’m hauling a kayak out of the river and toward my truck as he approaches. He lives in one of the houses nearby. We exchange nods, my hands being too full of kayak to wave. Rather than passing he stops to talk. After some back and forth on fishing, he tells me about the wife he lost to cancer. Then how medicine to cure cancer, hers and others, exists but is being suppressed by big pharma because it isn’t as profitable as chemo drugs.  He’s angry and telling all of this to a stranger by the side of the road.