I don’t trust anyone with my problems anymore.
“So how are you going to do a fourth or a fifth step?”
“Uh, a priest or a hobo or a hooker probably.”
“All excellent choices. It just says it has to be another person.”
“Exactly. I can rent a birthday clown or a mime to make angry faces at my resentments and scared faces at my fears, and I’d better get a damn good show during my sexual inventory!”