Two weeks before he died...

he told me that in the Korean War...

it felt like he'd lost his soul.

All this time l thought it was me.

l moved seven times in the last year.

l've, uh, had several iobs.

Nothing seemed to fit.

l don't seem to fit.

And when your father died, how did that make you feel ?

l don't know. l was nine.

lt was like there was this distinction, suddenly...

between you and the rest of the world.

l looked around me.

Life went on just like it did before.

But it wasn't like it was before.

My uncle helped. He would visit.

He at least listened.

And l thought...

if l could light my own farts l could fly to the moon, or at least Uranus.

But if l couldn't do that at least l could use my penis as a pogo stick...

and that might be a way of getting around.

l'm sorry ?

Yes, that's good. Mm-hmm.

Well, l think you're making fine progress, Hunter. We'll talk later in group.

Thank you.