I wiped the tears from my face. And looked at Ashley. She was still holding my hand. Her hand was white where she was clutching it so hard.

"So that's who I am. I am fairly messed up, Ashley. I'm sure I have friends and family who would look at this and think I need to be committed again. I'm sure you have friends who would tell you to run away if you repeated what I just said. If you want me to get a room here tonight I'll take care of that. But yeah, I am a messed up old man. I have to be honest. I think maybe...