Bald Bryan

Well, listen.

You're right, because with alcoholism, Daddy could have been hiding the vodka in the toilet tank for years, and no one really knew he was drunk.

Sorry.

Is that what you're keeping?

Oh, you know what was weird about this?

Are we flushing again?

Speaking of mood-altering substances, after I had the C-section, they give you narcotics because, you know, you've been cut open and stuff.

And I actually, this was so weird, I actually opted to go off the narcotics.

I spent my whole life trying to get to narcotics, which I use in a very responsible way, as you know.

I have a little tiny, tiny half of Vicodin once every couple weeks with a glass of wine, and I enjoy it.

But I could feel that, first of all, when you're in pain, the narcotic doesn't make you high.

It just treats the pain.

What?

What's the point of that?

I don't... Pain isn't that bad.

Right.

But not feeling high is bad.

No, but I could feel I was out of it, and I was trying to take care of the baby, so I asked him to take me off.

Uh-huh.

That was unlike me.