So a moth flies into a podiatrist's office. "hey Doc," the moth says. "Well hello mr. Moth!" said the podiatrist. "What's the problem?"
"Doc, you have no idea! My wife wants a divorce from me after twenty years. She tells me all the love in our marriage has dripped away. She told me she was having an affair with three different men and another two women. She's moving out and taking the kids with her.
My son, Grigori, hates me, swears at me every day. He tells me I should die and that he hopes never to be as bad of a father to his children as I am to him. He's never home and is always out doing drugs and drinking booze with his stupid friends. He's been hospitalized twice for overdoses and always seems close to a third.
My daughter has forsaken me, stays out late, ignores me. She's sleeping around, not being safe. She's had twelve abortions in twelve months.
My father is dying. He can't even take care for himself anymore. I have to help with eat and shower every day.
The podiatrist says, "Well, Mr. Moth, you certainly have a lot of problems. But I think you've got the wrong guy. You should go to a psychiatrist. I'm a podiatrist. I work with feet. What brought you into my office?"
And the moth says, "Oh, the light was on."
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