I'm a Cymbalta, a Cannabidoil capsule, two Aleve, one Kahlua travel shot bottle, and one shot of cognac in... going for more... someone else will drive my son to school. I'll try not to beat my head. Just go for my gut this time. Here we go. There's no one to stop this. No cops, no docs, no kids, no one to help me. Insidious beatings he conditioned me to do to myself. While he functions just fine. One day I'm gonna expose him to the world. I'll do it when I'm dead.