There isn't, papa.
I liked opiates, you know I've despite my back issue stopped using them completely, papa.

Moreover, I'll be crass, my father died when I was 11, don't bring him into these petty squabble nonsensicalities you might have with me, if you would be so kind. My cat, my mother, my family, my address, now even my dewd father? Is there no end to where you people go in terms of how low you can go? It's saddens me to see people like this still exist. It's saddens me to see people who just enjoy bringing sadness to others; though you didn't bring me sadness, not at all. Too late- sadness would have brought perhaps 11-year-old me, to tears even, but, I've been over his death for many many years. I just think it's rather scummy. It's like asking prayer about her mother who has also passed away. Though I supposed the recency of hers and the length of mine makes it okay to jape about my father's death, to bring him in to silly jokes that make no rhyme nor reason and bring no purpose to anything. Sad. Quite sad indeed. I do hope you become less... This. I have been this before, and it's just miserable. Misery isn't something that you wear with kindness as a sidekick, you're just a jerk when you're miserable because you want your misery to just end and you're envious of those who aren't. I pity you. I do hope you do get better though. As I did. Best of luck, papa.