So I'm in the car now, I see trees and road as the car drives up a highway. dad says he was proud that I was gonna try his therapy thing out, but to be honest I'm still salty about it. I wish I... no hold on, have I ever noticed how hard it is to write and think and listen at the same time in a moving vehicle? Prolly never cared enough to notice. oh hold on dads talking gotta eaves drop.

this is what the confersation sounded like to me "Reaper: Goth has to get a grip on life he's getting older and he needs to grow up, no more fighting and whining, Geno: you're right his attitude needs to stop. He says he understands but continues to make mistakes and disappoint us I doubt he'll ever be enough."

It's what I heard...

I feel like shit now, shoulda just run away or something when I had the chance.

Oh right, totally forgot to write it down but we got out te car and stood in front of a hospital looking place with Deern waiting, 
ugh look at his face he's pale with a brown beard not to long not to short and he has glasses that I wanted to smack off his face right away.
 he had a smile and a clip board like every other person I see in any hospital,
 so we enter the massive building, I guess the name spoke for itself "Mount Massive Asylum" huh, interesting. it looked pretty fancy and expensive so I was wondering where the king of douchebags was, but I couldn't find him. Bad luck I guess, sorry I'm rambling ain't I?
 I'll write more juicy stuff after the visit.  

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