I was driving home. God knows why
Threats don't frighten me. I'm married!
I don't want more people in this house. I want less. I want my life back, dammit. I want my youth. I want my hair. I want... this room. It's really nice... Are you thinking of moving out, son?
In the darkest realm of night, I've stared right in the face of hell and I've said "Peg, can't you get some sleep?"
