Oh yeah dude. I sought DRC out because of pseudo desperation. My drinking had and has been getting way out of hand. I mean I've been waking up panicking. Fingers trembling. Brain on fire with insensible anxiety. Glitching, shitt out mentally, blanched with horror, pallid, paralyzed, stiff and terror-ridden...these were just samplings of the paralysis of smitten terror I was consumed by. Simply by waking up. And just opening my eyes was relatively innocuous. I actually believed I could have a normal day. But. BUT, The voice of my father reverberated up the stairs and through my closed wooden door.....PETER!!!!!! Wake the fuck up you lazy piece of fucking shit!!!! You have to paint today. WAKE THE FUCK UP!!! YOU HAVE 10 minutes. If you're not up...you're on the fucking Street you piece of fucking reprobate trash. Get the fuck up and get dressed. You fucking fuck!!!! What the fuck is wrong with you. You're lucky your mothers dead and isn't here to protect you. You fucking pussy momma's boy. You goddamn faggot. Thank god you get your good genes from your mother. I tried with you. But you couldn't even throw a baseball manlier than your sister could change her first tampon. That's when I knew, You were gonna make us all proud on three's company or some shit. I love you shmoogaluh! You are going to nail this audition. DONT tell them you're an uncircumcised Jew. Just. DON't!