Eyes of a Prize

When my uncle lost control of his addiction, I had to do away with the leech who enslaved him, Now dozens of people are trying to find me, the cops are trying to figure out who did in who. With this involuntary cold turkey I've pushed on him, my uncle just might accidentally have to get his shit together. Ain't there an easier way for a high-level computer jock to get back to simple, real love?