Not that anyone knows of. Sometimes you just go there, and I don't think anyone is looking. From what I can tell, we never actually leave. It's sort of a time loop.
He was the one I thought would do it if I did. He does love his diaries. I'll be sure to give him shit about it. I'm sure the couch thing doesn't last that long.
I hate Bon Jovi, and most bubblegum pop.
Drinking age is 21, hate to tell you, and I doubt it's been changed. You are not going there with me, and unless you are undead, you aren't doing it here either, and don't even think about turning into a creature of the night.
She isn't here. I need to know something though. Was I okay? As a dad? Was I?