One time I had a girlfriend who told me, if you ever start feeling really neurotic, the best thing to do is paint your walls white and buy new sheets for your bed. She said it worked for her, and I believed her. Last year, I had a job. It's not important what job it was. What's important is that I thought

it was going to be the job of my life, the job of my dreams. Last year, I had this job for a few months,

and then I quit. I won't bore you with the details. I quit my job and was feeling really

neurotic, so I tore down our house.

Actually, I just gutted the inside.

Tore down the ceiling and all the lath and plaster on the walls.

Tore up the floors, ripped out the furnace.

I ran new wires, rebuilt the kitchen, sheet rocked and taped and sanded, and then I painted the walls white and bought new sheets for the bed.

But it didn't work.

I was pacing around a lot late at night.

I was moaning and groaning in the shower.

I was scaring the kids.

This is what my son told me one morning at breakfast.

He was four years old at the time.

Dad?

Do you know what, Dad?

What?

Do you know that, you know what I do?

You what I'm going to do today?

No.

I'm going to tear down the house.

And I'm going to tear down you house. And I'm gonna tear down you too.

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