I get a call and from my stepmother says, Dad's in the hospital again. I said, what happened? She goes, he ate himself into congestive heart failure. I said again. So, so what happened was he ate an entire tray of lasagna, okay? Three cinna buns from like three full cinna buns, a whole two liter bottle of Pepsi or Coke, whatever, like 15 garlic knots or something crazy like that. I'm like six slices of pizza throughout the day. Wakes up in the middle of the night. Can't breathe. What else is there? Can't breathe. Oh, and then he's taking this and it's all rambling with his heart medication, his heart medication. He's having some type of side effect. He keeps waking up in the middle of the night and seeing a black family sitting down having dinner at the edge of his bed. But he sees a full black family that he's not scared of. I'm like, but that's at the edge of his bed from his medication.