If I die in the next ten minutes, I love you.

This is what big Max tells me, after snorting something with paint in it.
he says: I'm serious.
and I told him: I know, I love you too.
We're all family here and sometimes I forget about that. But it's nice to have a family.

I can't wait for Joan to leave so that Ryan and I can watch bad Christmas episodes of cartoons on TV and I can smoke a cigarette. Max says spirits are worse than regular cigarettes cause they burn slower and actually have more tobacco in them. I don't know if I believe him, or if I care. I also have to clean the house and some laundry. I can't wait to move out.