So, I’m in a detox center in El Segundo. This was my fourth rehab. My re-re-re-rehab. I thought I’d been doing a kickass job keeping my drug stuff a secret from all the tenants and then… You showed up in my room at that clinic. You brought me sopa de pollo and said it’s Cuban penicillin. You told me “you eat this, you get some sleep, and tomorrow, you try again.”