I will tell you what, man.

I was in Spokane for the first time over the weekend.

And I didn't know what to expect.

I've heard nothing good.

And where we were was actually reasonably decent.

It wasn't terrible.

But told Miles when I came in this morning, I said, look, man, you talk about Reno.

And just for whatever reason, there are more people with one eye in Reno per capita

than perhaps anywhere else in the United States.

The same thing with Spokane,

but it's arms, okay?

So I don't know.

Is this like a farming machine incident thing?

We were in downtown the whole time.

I'm not saying they didn't come from the farm or something,

but on day one,

there was a woman with no arms,

and it's no big deal.

You notice her because she doesn't have arms. Did she have a wood chipper shirt on or anything like that?

But the next day, I'm walking with my son.

We're cutting through this park, and there's a woman with no arms.

Now, in my mind, I'm like, this does not look like the woman I saw yesterday, but it has to be.

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