Seriously, I JUST now got home. It was like I took two days of luxury vacations under a bridge or something. My old man is livid of course. I only fell twice and was kicked out of just one bar in total. The cops were only called on me once. I lost my shoes and a pair of britches. Somehow I ended up in someone else’s bathing suit and have some extra jewelry too. I all but destroyed the simple family life that everyone in the world strives to obtain. My old man keeps asking me to get help of a professional manner. I started seeing a therapist, but I gave up when he wanted to fix me. I wish I could just do the right thing without having to admit I have a problem. However, the world won’t let me. Sometimes I think it would be easier for me just to run off and act a fool, because it seems to hard to do what is right. It is what it is though.