So now I haven’t seen Manson’s brother Poe in 24 hours. He was hanging out Tuesday night, I don’t think he slept in the bed with me that night, and I didn’t see him at all yesterday or this morning. I went out early today and walked the neighborhood and didn’t see him. Out of the 3 of my boys, he was always the most adventureous, and would often stay out all night when I was at Paul and April’s house, so I probably shouldn’t be worried, but I’m just so hyper-sensitive to all the comings and goings of my two remaining boys… Aston Kutcher (or Allen Funt, if my dad is reading this), you can come out now; I’m tired of this joke.