The guys at Fido did not know how to be able to pay. It was like watching an animated version of the Matrix while in the middle of the action. The next round, the kids would watch a clip to see if there was an opportunity left for them to do something to get more money. There were none. I was so tired, I went into a state bordering on insanity. The kids had my attention, and I was not able to tell whether I was feeling like a bad boy or a good boy. I wanted two-on-one with them because there was nothing else I could do. I was tired of getting their money back. I thought, oh my god, I hope they don't have the balls to throw this at my family, but what kind of dad would have a three-part-series about them, with all their money lost? No offense. I was exhausted, so I went to Sleepwalk with my mom and dad. They didn't seem to pay us much attention, so I had to go back when my dad was out playing football with a boy in the school locker room. I had my mom bring him a sandwich, so he could eat his sandwich. It was just such a perfect party. I was crying. For the second time, I was actually getting help.