Problem: It 's hard to explain because I have n't seen most of these people since I was a teenager . But I feel like I know them . The weird thing is they are dying , and they all look so much older than I remember . I saw my cousins Susie and Zander tonight .

What would happen after seeing all those people

A: They would see each other again at a hospital

Problem: NOTHING else . My colleague ( a very clever guy ) found me at the hotel and we visited the customer each day . Very friendly , very relaxed and affable - or it seemed so to me ! Perhaps we had a particularly nice customer .

What might happen with the customer next ?

A: They would be very satisfied

Problem: I fought back and probably did more damage than they did . I already have tons of bruises and cuts and such because of self - abuse so it would n't prove anything . The cops probably would n't do shit anyways , I mean it 's fuckin Wilco cops ... and I ' m sure they would n't believe me .

Why did I abuse myself ?

A:
To cope with my unhappiness .