I’ll never forget the horror of moving my bed as I was moving out of my parents house. It was against the wall and in my early teens I would just blast nut every morning and night right off the side of the bed into the wall and floor because I always thought it would be like water and just evaporate and go away. It did serious damage. It was practically impossible to fix. I had to replace the trimwork, sand and repaint the wall, and luckily carpet caught the rest. I told my dad I threw up years ago and forgot. I’m sure he knew and was embarrassed for me but he let me clean it up and fix everything without checking in on me. I’ll never forget when I got to the dump to unload the old trimwork along with some other trash a woman working there helped me unload and grabbed the trim barehanded. I am filth.