texts: For God's sake, forget the money! I'm going crazy! I'm a walking anachronism. I'm a puddle of deja. I'm worried about my kids, Scott must be scared to death, I think my daughter's doing drugs again. I can't have any fun here, I don't have that innocence any more. I can't keep all this in anymore. I feel like I'm going to explode.
labels: Look, the best scientific mind in this country is working on your case. May I make a suggestion?