I have questions and even the family doctors and doctors in the family can’t quench that and Ricky at youth group said, “Try me,” said he’d have every answer for each unsolvable question, when all he really had was a parody version of Angels, titled Bagels, that won an easy audience (religious girls are notorious). And it’s a marvel, really, I’m not divorced already, didn’t spawn a family before a first job, not that there’s anything wrong with that necessarily, it’s just promise rings and prayer groups and vocal declarations say otherwise.

And Ricky’s on Facebook but every hover add button is his garlic tongue, that his wife must suck and loll on. But I don’t.