“If it wasn’t for Sugar here, my grief counselor, I’d be a wreck. My stepson took everything I cared about. My wife…my Camaro…I-I’m sorry. I have trouble talking about it” (p. 274-275).
Smelly Gabe has a young blond grief counselor named Sugar. A “grief counselor” named Sugar, who’s patting his hand and sitting next to him during his TV interview.








