After i started reading some of "A Quiet Lullaby" I felt sorry for Fitspatrick. He was flipping plastered (no pun intended) to a piano bench (which makes me think, was *that* plastered to the *floor*? couldn't he just have ran like hell and got away?) and BLOWN UP. But i still like Sander Cohen. He fascinates me and i want to be like him when I get that old.