“Doctor, doctor, what am I going to do? I’m so miserable. There’s just nothing going for me. I’m stuck in this lame suburb, I’m working a weird job that involves driving a truck with a musical horn, and I miss Lydia. You know, I hear she’s seeing some guy named James. That makes me want to just tear my insides out with my own blunt fingers. Help me. Please!”
“Dear lad. Drink some water. Get some exercise. And listen to Night Falls Over Kortedala.”
