The Germans, my other grandfather, I always saw my other grandfather was this fucking hero.

He was a fireman and they painted him out to be like Jesus and he was Jesus to me, both

my grandfather and all my grandparents were Jesus and and married to me.

I love them.

At the first time, well, not the first time, but when I got jammed up with the feds, my

one uncle came down on me pretty hard and I was over my aunt's house.

My mom was sick, so I told my uncles and aunt, don't mention to my mom that I'm in trouble

with the FBI because she was on her way out.

And I didn't want that honor.

She had enough to worry about just trying to breathe.

And my aunt told me, you know, your grandfather was a bootleg.

He got caught with the uncle who's given you a hard time.

The uncle was five years old during prohibition.

The grandfather took the uncle with him, his son, on a bootleg run because he couldn't

find a babysitter.

He was only five.

He got pinched, coming over to Mountain, Western PA with a bunch of booze that they

were sounded at the corner through, they would make home deliveries.

So if they were rated, there's no booze here, man, what the fuck are you talking about?

And so these people were out hustling, man, laws, fuck you, laws when your family's hungry,

laws, make our own fucking laws out here.

You think these creeps in DC give you shit about you?

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