For me, it was on his deathbed. He was doing that unconscious deathsnore, and I told him I forgave him. But, I guess I didn’t really, I said it more for his ears before he went to the wherever. I’ve been dealing with this stuff since I was 11. I am 50 now, and the memories and thoughts and anger still can come upon me…

Never, ever eat a Bayleaf. I ate one once and upon my morning constitutional thought that I was passing a razor blade through my rectum.