But Daddy you don’t understand, the drugs swallow up the nightmares so that I don’t have to count on you. And I swear, oh I swear, I didn’t mean to stain the carpet. There wasn’t supposed to be that much blood. And it’s the red, red wine that makes me feel pretty Daddy. That’s why I drink it every morning. Just one more glass and I’ll be pretty. Here’s a toast to you.