Showdown at the O.K. Corral

I'm going to be in therapy for a long, long, long time after all this is said and done. A long, long time.

I just wish everyone could get along.

Today, my aunt was over and she threatened my parents- saying that if I continued to witness this, that I was going to end up a crack whore married to someone exactly like my dad. I don't think it was a compliment.

This probably answers the question that Rachel was always trying to figure out: why I like assholes so much.

There you go.

Maybe if I continue to get this kind of psychoanalysis at home, I won't need therapy after all.