Okay, quick little personal update, not fishing for condolences or anything.

My grandfather died within these last few days shortly after we got back from Newport.

He was near the end for a while, and he died, and it's very sad, and I'm grieving and everything.

Again, I'm not fishing for condolences or anything, but it's been kind of an eye-opening

experience that when people die, it's bad enough, but then everyone's fucking annoying about it.

Well, first of all, I'm sorry.

And second of all, yeah, you brought up a good point that I kind of agree with.

And it's, it makes you seem like a huge asshole.

It makes for pointing it out.

Because, like, first of all, like, there is nothing more on my mind than, like, my grandfrey. and it's it makes it seem like a huge asshole it makes for pointing it out because it's like

first of all like there is nothing more on my mind than like my grandfather's memory and he was the

fucking best like quick side note he moved uh to america relatively young he bounced around

he was in greece he was in germany uh came to america speaks a million or spoke a million

languages but did kind of the

thing that, like, I did with guitar. Like, I took guitar lessons for a few years, got enough, got good

at it that I can, like, play a couple of Metallica songs. And then I was like, I play guitar

well enough. I'm done. I can stop now. Actually, kind of like what I do

also with like working out and stuff and with everything I'm realizing. So maybe I got that from him,

but yeah, he called it quits on learning English relatively quickly. So as he got older, he just

became fucking funnier and funnier because he had to replace everything with the swear because he didn't know how to speak. I honestly think that's like the best way to do it

because when you have broken English, you're way funnier and it's like you you hold on to a bit

of the charm that you brought with you over to America. Right. I think that a lot of my, I was thinking

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