Lots and lotsandlots... Somebody's eyes were watery, sleepy, unable to pay attention to the pages in front of them...but that was the most interesting patient out of all so he had to keep on going... "Lies are a gift. And alcohol is a gift. And being able to forget is also a gift." "And what I knew is that I was not real either, but I had enough reason to realize it. And remember what it's like to be non-existent later." "Don't get fucked up unless you are not alone. Then it's allowed." He looked up from the notes he had collected in a file. Missy was a good kid. Really fucked up, yes, but still good.