It had been only 3 weeks since. .Joel dying in a cold brutal sad way that he didn't deserve, you can barely sleep or eat without thinking about him.

The way he looked when his face was beaten in by a golf club, Now you just try to draw his face but you can't see him the same anymore you can't remember what he looks like with his eyes open.

Tommy stops by with a plastic tuberware in his hands as he looked at you with tired eyes "Maria wants to make sure your eating."