The insomnia you hear so much about from me all the time isn't as random as you'd think. Being exhausted and awake is better than being asleep and remembering Hell. I don't really know why I think you need to know that, honestly, I've been trying to hide it from most of you.

[Ben]
Especially you, because your mom's not here and I've always kinda thought maybe she lied to me about me not being your dad and I kind of feel like I have to look out for you.

[If you're not sure if your pup counts, just ask!]

[Texts to Sammy]
12:22pm
»Hey
»What d'ya say to some brotherly bonding?
1:42pm
»Hey, you aren't too busy with your law stuff to hang out with your brother, right?

[Posted at 10:44pm]
...Sammy's gone. I don't know what to

[Jo]
Your fridge still stocked with beer?

And that will teach you to try and assault me.

Basically this.

Well, I just got back from the college and I am enrolled in some summer classes. Hopefully the refresher will help me finish my degree.

I need a drink. Who wants to go to the bar with me?

[Sammy]
So a thing happened. And now I'm pretty confused on what to do about it.

I don't know much about heaven, but I'm pretty sure this isn't it. Because I haven't run across any dancing devils with pitchforks either, I'll assume I dodged Hell too.

So, what the hell is going on here? How am I alive? Why is my fridge fully stocked with beer?