I'm at home in Colorado today. And while I lay on my bed enjoying my Vicodin, Jason called from Phoenix to say congratulations about Wyatt. He also wanted to let me know that it was payday and the he and Amberie–our flatmate–were out spending money. "I got an Xbox 360, and we also got Rock Band!" I smiled through my swollen wisdom-toothless face. I like Rock Band.

"Uh, Jack."

"Yeah"

"Amberlie and I want to know if we can get a cat."

"You're shitting me."

"No. What do you think?"

"If you get a cat, I'm moving out."

"Oh come on."

"Get one then, but I'm moving out. I friggen hate cats."

"Geeze, what a baby. Well, feel better man. Talk to you later."

I hung up the phone. I mumbled to myself as I rolled over.

"We can get one if it's for target practice. I friggen hate cats."