The woman I love is pregnant again by her boyfriend who beats her up. My ex-wife is on holiday in Greece with her new boyfriend, while our son lives in a messy apartment, taking care of the dog and whatever else I know is going on. My work eats me up and my father thinks I’m an alcoholic even though I don’t drink 6 days a week. Hach, isn’t life beautiful? What good is all the money in the world to me if I can’t buy anything from it that I really want from my heart?