"I don't hate it here. That much. There's like ..three people here that don't hate me and talk to me on a regular note. Fucking heaven, almost." He pondered the bowl of baby food, decided against it. Both of them were too old for it.

"But just drop that, please. I don't need a fairy godmother and I don't need a scaly godmother that can turn me into a drooling ass. Thanks."