I loved it, but social reality impeded. Now I wander in here at 9 in the morning or so, and come back for a while in the afternoon. I am a very lenient boss.
I like freedom. I wake up in the morning and say, ‘I don’t know, should I have a popsicle or a donut?’ You know, who knows?
In the morning he was lying dead on one of the beds fully clothed. He was dead. I got the impression he wanted to go, and I must have killed him. I can’t remember strangling him. I just sat there shocked.
There we times when everybody in the house has the flu. You’re cleaning up vomit and it’s 2 in the morning, and you’re wishing there was somebody else there to help you.