I was in there for fourteen days. That’s right, hospital for two full weeks. I was going crazy… There’s only so many times I can tolerate being visited by my family, though I do love my kids. The person who didn’t show up was, no surprise, Jeremy. He moved to Tennessee a while back, but was just in town. He asked me if he could use my apartment and I was like NO WAY! He is not able to be trusted. He’s fat and worthless and on drugs. See? These fourteen days have made me into an angry, spiteful man. Again, I love my kids.