“I need to repair my life. You’ve gotta help me out, Owen. I can’t do it by myself.”
“I just don’t even care anymore. Maybe someday I won’t wake up. That’ll be nice. You could take care of all my funeral arrangements. You get the house, you know. Everything else is going to my kids, who might be dead for all I know, but you get the house. It’s like some crazy old lady leaving her worldly possessions to her cats. I don’t know what you’re gonna do with it, but it’s there if you want it.”
“He says this one might be malignant. Can you believe that shit?”