So early this morning I drove 45 miles north of Los Angeles to help a man out who is going into rehab. When I got to his place, he wasn’t there. Or he was there and was pretending he wasn’t, I don’t know. I waited and knocked and called and texted for an hour. And then I turned around and drove back down to Los Angeles another 45 miles. Am I a nice person, or just an idiot? I always find myself going out of my way to help people… But sometimes they don’t want to help themselves, and it ends up hurting me. I wonder how soon until he calls and asks for help again… If there are any typos in this you can blame Siri, because I’m not going back to correct any.