"Exactly," he sighed. "But he narrowed it down, so I went to Seattle to see them. Norah was calmer then. We sat down and I explained the entire thing. Who I was, and how I was alive. She still refused to let me see the boys. Told me I was an affront to the Lord and she didn't want to have me anywhere near our kids.
"I didn't have any rights, that alias was officially dead, so it wasn't like I could sue for custody. And then she said she was going to have me arrested if I came back. I still tried, and she did indeed call the police. That was an interesting night, trying for hours to lose them. So I went to San Francisco and spent a year drowning my sorrows and barely living."
This was something he had left out of every other telling of the story. "I lived on the streets. I didn't- I didn't care enough to get myself out of it. Until a very handsome saint found me waiting in a bread line for a feed. He pulled me out of it. If you ever wonder just how much Francis has done for me."