Well I have just finished dropping my step father off at the hospital. He's my second. Step father, that is. I've grown attached to him, unfortunately. He has heart problems. And alcohol problems. And a few other problems. My mother's worried. They're not in love anymore. It's been 6 years since the whole love thing. In the beginning it was nice, I guess. He made passes at her friends. They fight a lot. He once even supposedly tried to pick up a guy at a local pub. All hearsay I think. Anger breeds gossip. Gossip breeds the deep dark truth. I'm mad. Sad. Worried. Freaked out. And mellow for some reason. I've never met my real father. John is actually the only step father I've liked, well most of the time. I'm done for now.