I'm not paying for mistakes. I've been doing that since I got 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?
This is not about sex, is it? Because I don't know anything about that.
And no one understand why I scream on the way back home
