the doctors gave me a new diagnosis.
Intermittent explosive disorder.
Why is that funny?
'Cause it was an accurate diagnosis...
for that crazy bitch, Bethany.
The next couple of years, they doped me up on tranqs
till I almost drowned in my own drool.
I'm so sorry.
Wait. Now Ali's apologizing?
I mean, is she forgetting the hell that A put us through?
All of us, including her?
I think the quacks felt bad for almost killing me
so they let me out for a funeral.
We buried him at Aunt Carol's.
And then mom finally accepted me as her daughter...
and I thought I was gonna get to go home...