My optometrist diagnosed me with low self-esteem four years ago. Lonely and desperate, Betty gets herself "baptized as a Latter-Day saint." But can the Mormons talk her into coughing up 10% or her income?
Armed with her Angel Moroni statuette and a pack of cigarettes, Betty blithely takes on the devil himself. I've been through more mental hospitals than you ever set foot in. So don't even try all that hollerin'. If your nerves are bad take a damn Xanax like everybody else.
