I want to read you a conversation, a text conversation, between me and my mother and my sister.

Okay.

Okay.

So we're talking about like baking or something.

That's my, that's my brother is not on this text thread because he doesn't care.

He just wants to eat what we create.

But talking about baking or something, somehow the dentist comes up.

Sweet tooth.

Sweet tooth, yeah.

Root Canal, whatever, what have you.

And my mother says, starts talking about a dentist that she and my father had years ago.

And it says, you know, he was a shady guy, mob connected.

So I said, you had a mob connected dentist?

And my mother said, you know, fire destroyed his office, fight with the insurance

company, connections with a famous jockey with a bad reputation. I said, the jockey had a bad

reputation? Yes, you know, horse racing has tons of money and betting and no one really wants to know

until the horses start dying with alarm and regularity for injuries that they're getting doped up

so they can run while they're hurt. All of this is said like in the most so casually. So casually. I love that

generation. They have seen shit that we couldn't fathom. So I said, so you had a mob connected dentist

who was also friends with a jockey that was known to be drugging horses and whose office was

eventually burned down in a suspicious manner. My mother said the jockey wasn't personally

drugging horses. He was just associated with a bad crowd. And my sister shined in with,

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