Anything, try me.

[ he says while tearing open that bag and plowing his way through at least three doughnut holes one after another. he's starving. and exhausted, and hurting, and miserable, and his a migraine. he really needs carbs. he talks with his mouth full: ]

Would you believe me if I said I kinda honestly don't have any idea anymore? I went drinkin'... things went wrong.