Mother's Milk: "Grandpa, Grandpa. It's Soldier Boy. Come look." Soldier Boy takes the Benz, and he hurls it through our house, like a f**king freight train. It missed me by about six inches. And my grandpa... One minute he was there... and then he wasn't. And I woke him up. I put him in that spot.

Annie January: That is not your fault.

Mother's Milk: That's when this whole OCD sh*t started. I mean, I don't understand it. All I know is that if I didn't check the burners three times a night, Soldier Boy would come back and kill the rest of us. And I'm still that kid. Still getting up in the middle of the night, checking the burners. 'Cause if I don't, Soldier Boy's gonna come back, and he's gonna kill my family. I got to get this motherf*cker out of my head, and end this. Or it'll end me.