Fuck off! You’re old, and you’re going to die- pretty soon, anyway. Just fucking grow a pair, stay in Michigan, and die. We really don’t need you in this life. I’m not kidding, you’re seriously taking up free space, and it’s irritating me. A good amount. I go off at the end of this podcast, kind of like I did in writing, here. I feel better. I mean, it’s a process. But I’m moving in sunshine direction