And he starts asking me about my eating habits, you know, like there's habits; like there's a pattern. It's just chaos and awfulness. It's just desperate... He's like, "How many meals and how many bowel movements a day?" I'm like, "I have no idea. I have no idea. It's just a blur. I'm just shittin' and eatin' all day. I fill-pack my body to capacity and then blow it out my asshole. That's it. Every shit is an emergency. Does that give you some idea?"