I just emailed Fat Mike:
"Dear Mike, what can we do now? I am so depressed I feel like killing myself. My longtime companion says he's going to stop taking his antiviral medication. He can't make it another 4 years. We were hoping to get married this year. The smoke shop I work in is closed until further notice because the owner says he's moving to Canada. I can't bear the thought of getting a mainstream job now. I have gained 30 lbs, gained 20 pts on my blood pressure, and lost my ability to achieve an erection. I didn't even like Kerry as much as Dean. Why is this happening to me?"
I think Mike needs some more correspondence now.