Chapter 16
“They got used to it at work. Fifteen CCs, a hundred milligrams, one-ten over eighty…All day, it’s numbers, numbers, numbers. Anyway, so I’m in a few dozen episodes of Mama’s show.”
“I probably saw you.”
“Maybe. I’m dying to say five hundred twenty episodes plus thirty various holiday and other specials divided by…anyway, my brother and sister are in more. I might be in more than Pop. Though it’s got to be close. It got to the point for a while where I couldn’t be on camera, because I was always adding, subtracting, multiplying, and dividing in my head, staring off like some kind of zombie or one of the children of the corn, or something. My therapist wondered about the correlation between hiding my sexuality and the OCD. We never really came to a conclusion.”
“You’re not out to your family?”