DO THOSE KEEP YOU AWAKE AT NIGHT?

- K-K-K-K-K!
- YOU'RE ALL RIGHT, YOU!

WELL, CLOSE THE DOOR.

WHAT HAVE YOU BEEN DOING FOR THREE MINUTES?

TALKING...

- ON YOUR FOREHEAD.
- YOU'VE HAD MORPHINE.

WITH A GOOD-LOOKING MAN WITH COLLAR-LENGTH HAIR.
IT WAS THE '70S. BUCKAROO.

GET IN, LYNN.

I KNOW. THIS HAS PUT THINGS IN PERSPECTIVE.

THIS ONE'S A BAPTIST.
LYNN'S BEING SUBMERGED THIS WEEK, FOR HER SINS.

- WHAT DO YOU WANT?
- I WANTED TO TURN THE LIGHTS ON.

FIVE, COR! MY FIVE-BEDROOM BASTARD HOUSE.

IT'S LIKE THE RUDYARD KIPLING POEM,
"IF". YOU KNOW THAT?

- ALAN? THERE'S A CALL FOR YOU.
- WHO IS IT?

THEN ONE MORE BIG SWING, LEGS GO RIGHT UP...
WHAT WAS THAT? TOO LATE!

- THEN THE CHEMICAL DEPENDENCY GREW WORSE?
- YEAH.

YOU'RE NOT PUSHING THEM HARD ENOUGH.
PRETEND I'M A CUSTOMER.

- YOU DON'T WANT TO WASH THE DISHES?
- LET'S MAKE LOVE RIGHT HERE, RIGHT NOW.