You know sometimes you just look at your kids, right, these amazing little people you made, and you know you’re supposed to be there for them every second, like that’s your whole deal now, but then your mom calls and she’s just… so alone out there in that big empty house and you think, shit, I should really go see her, even though the drive is like three hours each way and your art studio is a disaster and you haven't really touched a brush in weeks because someone always needs something and it’s like, who do you even disappoint less? It's a real fucking mess, is what it is.