Oh, what a surprise. Why try and be a family man when they just load up the van and back into you when you’re strung out, trying to crawl across the lawn that hasn’t been cut in 6 months because you’re too scared of the mower ever since the boy drove it over your foot then drew a shitty crayola cartoon of the incident which Connie hung on the refrigerator which they’d all point and laugh at whenever you limped into the kitchen to try and claw yourself a crumb from the week old bread you were left with. The Lord works in mysterious ways, and I’m done looking for clues.