These words that I write, they keep me from total insanity. -Charles Bukowski

Feb 22, 2011

Fuck Wisconsin...

So anyone with a pulse has probably heard about the big doings up there in Cheese land.

Basically, the thin and thick of it is this.  Wisconsin's governor wants to save some cash.  About 300 million bucks over the next two years or so.  And he plans to do this by pretty well destroying the public employee unions in Wisconsin.

Now before I get into any of this a short disclaimer.  I am a union employee.  I do work for a government agency.  I am a proud union supporter and I do faithfully pay my dues, through payroll deduction every two weeks.

So, there's that.  Now why Mr. Walker (Governor of Wisconsin) has taken aim at the public employee unions is simple.  They're an easy target.  Their pensions, their benefits, their pay scales.  Which are all things that can be skewed one way or the other depending on who is using the statistics and what they're using the statistics for.

He wants a few concessions from the unions that he has already said, repeatedly that he is not willing to compromise on.  He wants an end to the ability of public employee unions to collectively bargain.  He wants larger contributions to pensions from public employees.  And he wants a larger contribution from public employees to their health care costs.

In exchange, he won't lay off any workers and he won't force furloughs onto workers who aren't laid off.

Kind of seems to me like he's pointing a .45 at a puppy and saying, "do what I want or fluffy gets one in the head."

In addition you'll notice that Mr. Walker left the police and firefighters unions out of this whole mess.  Purely a political move if you ask me.  How would it look to have a bunch of public heroes crying poor because the governor wanted to save a few bucks?

First of all, and this is a biggie with me.  It boggles my mind why someone is allowed to attack these unions without being willing to give up anything himself.  I'll bet Wisconsin has a very generous pay package for the governor.  I'll bet that, like so many elected government officials, he will get a pension after a very short period of time in office.  Some of these jokers draw a pension after only one term!  I'll bet that the state of Wisconsin's taxpayers foot the bill for his medical, dental, vision, they pay for his house, they pay for his car, they pay for his police protection, they pay all his travel expenses, they pay all his vacation time and they pretty much meet every need he or his family may have for the duration of his stay in office.  And I would imagine that most, if not all Wisconsin lawmakers are in pretty much the same palatial boat.

Well Mr. Walker, when are you going to curtail some of that?  Public employees are one thing.  When are we going to get around to the elected officials and all the sweet little goodies that they get?  When are we going to not only attack the unionized employees, who are such a political thorn in your side, and start attacking those ass bags (like you) who go so far as to vote on their own pay raises?  Alright, that one wasn't directed at Wisconsin so much as it was directed at the US Congress.

Now, I'll agree.  Costs must be cut for state services.  That's pretty much a given across the country, every state in the union plus the Fed is hurting for money and needs to save a little here and there.  Okay, they need to save a shit ton, and they need to do it now or the whole kit and kaboodle is going to go tits up!

But here's where things start to make me laugh.  They take aim at the wrong things.  They take aim at the teachers, they take aim at the prison guards (of which, I am one.) they take aim at all the unions that provide a necessary, yet un-romanticized service to the public.

Have any of you met kids these days?

They're horrible.  They're lazy, disobedient, undisciplined, violent, and a million other things that are bad.  In short, they suck.  Now of course, I'm not talking about your kids.  But we all know what kind of kids are out there.  Question being, would you want to go into a public school and deal with those little shits?  Because I sure as hell wouldn't.

Do I think the teachers deserve to be fairly compensated for what they do?  Hell yeah.  The only thing I've always had a problem with teachers about is this.  Why do they get a full years salary for nine months of work?  That pisses me off.  I work 12 months for 12 months of pay.  They work 9 months for 12 months of pay.  A teachers salary should be roughly 3/4's of what it currently is, and they should be expected to either work the other 3 months of the year or deal with only making 3/4's of what they were before.

Now on to the prison guards.  Let's get a few things out of the way right off the bat.  Prison guards as a profession have the highest levels of suicide, divorce, and alcoholism.  Because if you ask me, we have the most stressful job.  Name another job where a normal part of your day is protecting yourself from having piss and shit thrown at you?  Can't do it can ya?

I tell cops that brag about how many guys they arrest.  Yeah, well I get locked in a room by myself with 120 of the worst of the worst every day.  All these guys have is time, and they use that time to come up with new and inventive ways to maim or kill one another and/or me.  And I'm expected to control that situation with nothing more than my brain and my ability to coerce.  So until you've stared down a room full of gangsters, drug dealers, child molesters, pimps, money launderers, and murderers let's keep the theatrics to a minimum.

But everybody loves cops and firemen.  There's no love for prison guards or teachers.  So guess who gets this mountain of shit dropped on them.

The funny part of this whole thing is, this move will only save Wisconsin 300 million over the next two years.  Wisconsin's current debt load is 3.6 billion.

Now 3.6 billion is 36,000 millions.  Got that?  Now if all these budget estimates are right.  That means that if Wisconsin puts every single solitary fucking dime they save from breaking these unions into paying off their debt (and no interest at all is charged on the debt, LOL) then in two years the debt will only be 35,700 millions.  Hmmm, not a real big dent if you think about it.  And it comes at the expense of all these working class people.

When are people in this country going to wake up?  When are they going to realize that we're always looking at the wrong things?  We were looking in the right direction for a little while, but then we lost it.

George Carlin once said something, he said, "Race, sexual orientation, anything that they can bring up to get us fighting amongst ourselves so that they can keep on going to the bank.  Simple strategy.  Happens to work."

In this case, they're using this financial crisis to break the unions.  Make no mistake that's exactly what this is.  Union busting.  2011 style.  They used to come at us with sticks, bricks, and guns.  Now they're coming at us with laws and regulations.  They found another thing to get us fighting amongst ourselves.

A lot has been made in this debate of how the private sector workers have had to take pay cuts, benefit reductions, removal of pensions, and reductions in or outright suspension of employer contributions to 401k plans.

Okay, I get where they're coming from.  But here's what I want to know.  Why are we trying to pull the public employees down?  Why aren't we trying to figure out how to raise the private sector employees up?

I don't know the answer to that question but I'd really like to hear what you guys think.

But it all boils down to this.  If there's one thing that I know about this country its that there's only one color that actually matters and that's green.  Money.  Its the end all be all.  Try to argue with me on this and you're...well you're gonna lose.  Any pie in sky notion that money doesn't make the world go around is going to get shot down like an Iraqi scud.

Now there's a class of people that have it.  And there's a class of people that works for it.  And finally there's a class of people that doesn't get any of it.  And, at the risk of sounding redundant, Mr Carlin said "The rich have all of the money, and pay none of the taxes.  The middle class pays all of the taxes, does all of the work.  The poor are there...just to scare the shit out of the middle class.  Keep them showing up at those jobs!"

Now its time for a different frame of thinking in the country.  I think too many people fell prey to the Tea Party mantra of less government.  I fell for some of it myself.  Problem is, I don't think we need to destroy so many lives for the sake of saving a few bucks...


In 2004, the wealthiest 25% of US households owned 87% ($43.6 trillion) of the country’s wealth, while the bottom quartile held no net wealth at all.[3] The middle 50% of the country held 13% or $6.5 trillion of the total household net wealth.


Well maybe we need to be taking a good hard look at who's got what, and how much they've got.  But regardless of what we do...it all amounts to nothing if we don't stand together.

Just a thought.

Later,

I love you Mom...


Feb 10, 2011

Embrace The Suck

Embrace The Suck

Couldn't resist...

A T-shirt someone should make...

I'm sure you've all seen the "Major League Infidel" or "American League Infidel" take off on the MLB logo.

I wore a patch like that smack dab in the middle of my IOTV for the duration of my time in the suck.

So I was thinking that they should start making patches and t-shirts with this logo...

My own personal take on that patch, thank you GIMP.


Perhaps Cafe Press and I have a date with destiny...

Later,

I love you Mom...

Valentines Day, and The Unfortunate Loss of My Man Card...

So, first off.  I wanted to tell everyone not to worry about me.  The past few months (that I haven't written) have been probably the worst in my life.  But now they're over.  I made it out of the woods, cleared the darkness, and any other goofy metaphor you can come up with for getting through the shittiest time in your life.

That's not to say that I'm not still completely nuts, but at least now I've got a handle on it.

Anyways, let me tell ya about this girl...

I could ramble about how beautiful she is, I could babble about how she's smarter than me, I could tell you how every time I leave her I can't wait to see her again, I could yammer about how she just makes me want to do better, I could bore you with how I do stupid shit for her that I would never do for another girl (like take claritin religiously because I am allergic to her dog).  I could do all of that, but I'm not going to...(woops, too late.)

I'm just going to go over a few things that have happened since we started dating.

We were in a bar watching the NFC title game, Bears vs. Packers.  She finished her beer.  She didn't ask, she didn't make a gesture, she didn't really move at all...and I grabbed the empty bottle, took it across the bar (fighting a sea of Bears fans) threw the bottle away, then went to the bar and got her another.

Now to most of you that would just seem like a nice thing for a guy to do.  However, here's the rub in that situation.  IT WAS NOT A COMMERCIAL.  The fucking game was going on AT THE TIME.

Next thing, I was driving home from work at about 8:30 pm.  I was almost home, only about 2 blocks away.  She calls me up.  Tells me she went out with one of her girlfriends that night and her girlfriend had gotten drunk and was now basically mounting the guy next to her.

I said, "Good for her" To which she replied, "Yeah, for her!  Please come save me from being a third wheel."

Okay, where are you?  She rattles off some bar that's about a block from where I work, but is about 20 miles from where I am at the time.

I smiled to myself, said "Okay babe, I'm on my way.  Stay inside and keep warm and I'll call you when I'm nearby."

And I turned my happy ass around and drove right back where I had come from and picked her up and took her home.

Then just last Sunday we were at a SuperBowl party.  And I spent a good part of the game throwing her trash away, getting her beer, helping with her humongous coat, and doing other random shit.

Finally, Valentines Day is coming up and I wanted to get her something really nice.  So I spent the past week bothering every chick I knew.  Showing them pictures of necklaces and earrings and bracelets, and watches and all sorts of shit trying to figure out what to get.  Thankfully, I suckered one of them into going shopping with me and picked out, what I hope, is a good one.

Ah, what the hell, its shiny, she'll like it!

Then what made me really realize that I had it pretty bad for this one was something that happened while she wasn't even around.  I was talking to a couple of my boys while we were having lunch at the Tilted Kilt.  And they were making fun of me for the fact that while I was in a restaurant that actually hires all its waitresses under the title "model" so that they can mandate height, weight, and dimensions, I was talking to these incredibly hot women who were serving us beer about my girlfriend.

That's when one of them uttered the words that no man ever wants to hear.  "Dude, I'm pulling your man card for this shit!"

Then I thought to myself, "Well that sucks, but I got her so you know what...you can have the fucking thing!"

So be it.

Later,

I love you Mom...

Feb 9, 2011

Resurrection...

I can't hardly explain what's happened to me in the past few months since I've written to you.

Crashed, burned, drank, cried, laughed, and I stared....

Dead eyed at a loaded gun for about 6 hours...and never picked it up.

I didn't want to die. Had no interest in it really. I believe in God, but I'm not going to be the one to test the theory. Know what I mean?

Its been about 18 months since I came home from Afghanistan and luckily for me, the nightmares have become bearable dreams. Not sure if they're wearing off or my body and mind have simply adapted to them.

My family relationships have all returned to what I like to call, "the new normal" Basically, that's me plus the war equals what you've got now.

Work has gotten back to...as normal as an incarceration center is ever going to get.

I even went back to school for a semester. Managed to get one A, one B and one C. Definitely not my best work, but not too shabby given the circumstances. Now I'm studying for the GRE, which is "the first step toward grad school" Bunch of shit if you ask me, just another test you gotta pay for.

Went to see the shrink for a while. But for some reason I felt like I was talking to a wall. Wasn't that he was a bad guy, I just don't know if he quite understood what the fuck I was talking about. About the only way I can explain, even come close to explaining what is happening in my head is this...

Just think about when you've been at home, maybe cleaning or doing laundry or some such mundane shit. And in the background you've got the TV going. Every now and then something on the TV catches your interest and you stop what you're doing and pay attention to the TV. Maybe you even sit down and watch for a while before you get back up and do whatever it is that you were doing.

Now in my case the TV is inside my brain and is constantly replaying scenes from AssCrackIstan. A firefight here, and IED there, a couple of mortar rounds over there, a severed limb or artery or two and then its back to regular life.

When I first got home, I'm not going to lie, the TV in my head took over all brain functioning as soon as the sun went down. And it had power of attorney every 10-15 seconds during the day. It would pop up, play me a little clip and then fade into the background. Just not very far, and it was never very far from popping up again.

As time went on though it got better. Soon there were 30 seconds to a minute between flashes. Then 5-10 minutes. Then every hour or so. Then once or twice a day. Now its gotten so good that I actually need a trigger to see it!

The triggers are fun. Diesel fuel, loud noises, mud, sand, any Arab looking person, fire or smoke, trash on the road, piles of rocks, and a few others that I can't remember. I'll write them down when they hit me.

Basically, if I don't see, hear, taste or touch one of those things I can make it through an entire day without thinking of my time in Afghanistan. Which makes me extremely happy...

Oh, and then there's anything blue. That'll set me off. A long time ago I wrote about something that happened one day while I was on patrol. I shared it with a few of you, but I didn't publish it outright. Hell if I even remember why. Probably because I didn't want my mom reading it. But I think its about time that I let that little cat out of the bag....So here goes.

I Would Love To Shit Myself, But I Can't Unclench My Butt Cheeks...

Wednesday, December 17, 2034 hrs.
So it happened again today, except it got just a little bit worse. They knew we were coming and were waiting...

We came up around the bend in the road and they hit us from the left side. Small arms fire coming at us like so many little pellets that harmlessly bounce off of our trucks. The gunners began sending back a hail of gunfire the likes of which I have never seen.

Then we saw the spotters on the ridge behind us. These are the pricks that send the messages to the guys with the guns letting them know we are coming. These guys are almost as dangerous as the guys with the guns.

We gave chase as far as we possibly could with the terrain being as bad as it is here. Then we saw them running over the top of the mountain and got out of the trucks and began to chase them. Over one mountain and up another, checking every little crevice and behind every rock waiting ever so patiently for the good Lord to call me home.

Then we finally made contact, and began to fire. Shooting at and trying to kill a human being didn't feel like I thought it would feel. Truth be told it didn't feel like much of anything at the time. All I really knew or thought about was that these assholes tried to kill me, so I am going to kill them back.

All the while we were hearing the avalanche of gunfire coming from just over the mountains to our rear where the other squad in our patrol was coming under the brunt of the ambush that was meant for us. Machine guns and automatic grenade launchers peppered the mountain behind us, so much so you could almost smell the smoke.

Yep, the guys that were shooting at us were a decoy. Meant simply to draw us away from the rest of our guys so that they could catch them in the shooting gallery that is also known as the Afghan mountains. But still we ran after them. We ran and ran and ran. Stopping periodically to shoot and get shot at. Then one of the worst nightmares of any soldier happened to me. (I am truly beginning to think that someone really hates me) I was maneuvering over top of a ridge and down the other side after having just tried to knock these assholes down, but they were just a little bit out of my range.

I came up over the ridge and was looking for a way down the other side when off to my left no more than 10 feet I saw a blue hat. Without even thinking I spun my rifle and trained it right on the blue hat. I moved forward and it took me what felt like 10 years to move 10 feet. I was thinking that they had decided to hide the other side of the ridge and either surprise us or take out one of their boom boom's and make a martyr of themselves and an asshole out of me. I still don't know why I didn't fire. I had the blue of the hat right in my sights. I could've shot him dead without so much as a scratch on me.

But I didn't fire.
Then I heard it.
The whimpering of a crying child.

After the reality of it all hit me, I rushed forward and started telling these two kids, neither one of which could've been over six years old, that it was going to be OK, and I wasn't going to hurt them. Then I remembered, Hey Dickbag, they can't understand you. I called the interpreter over and he got them to safety.

We chased them for a few more clicks and then gave up after they had successfully melted into the mountains.

We went back to the vehicles and continued the patrol. Later a humvee in our convoy hit an IED (improvised explosive device). Damn thing blew the whole front end of the truck clean off. Shook the living shit out of the guys in the truck but no one was hurt. Taliban are fucking cowards, come out and fight you pricks.

So that was today. Fun for me. Then I noticed that I really needed to drop a deuce. However after the events of today I don't know when my buttcheeks are going to unclench and allow that to happen again. Hence the title.
So tonight everyone needs to say a prayer for peace.

So I never have to hear the quiet whimpering of a terrified child again.
Later,
I love you mom...and I am just fine.

I don't really know why I felt the need to share that one now. It just seemed right.
But I'm thinking that I'll start writing again. For a few months there I sank real deep into the hell that is my mind. And I've been slowly making my way back from there. Hence the title of this post.

I even dropped about 40 pounds! Which is literally and figuratively a load off my mind...and my ass!

And as crazy as this might sound, I managed to find a woman who would put up with my shit for more than an hour! Dare I say, I've got a new girlfriend. Thankfully, she doesn't trigger anything.

Now its time for me to start coming up with new and interesting things to write about. But for today I'll end with this. A LONG time ago I wrote about what advice I'd give a soldier going to Afghanistan for the first time.
Now I'd tell them...

A lot of who you are is going to change over there. Some parts of you are even going to die. There's no way around this, and there's no way, nor is there any reason to fight it. Its going to happen whether you like it or not. When you get home, you're going to feel empty. But make no mistake, that's not emptiness you're feeling. What you're feeling and going through is a new beginning. You're not the same person you were when you left. Its almost like you are meeting your family, and friends for the first time. Its like you're learning to live all over again. Its almost like being resurrected...
Later,
I love you Mom... 

Nov 19, 2010

Thanks...

For the questions, and here are the answers...more posts to follow because a few of these warrant that kind of attention.



Coffeypot
You have changed, to say the least. What is your life like now that your are a civilian again? Night sweats, nightmares, short tempered...the PTSD stuff. I pray that you don't and that you are dealing well.
Well coffeypot, the PTSD in my case has been relatively mild.  I don’t have any nightmares anymore.  I had them for a while after I got home.  Woke up scared half to death all sweaty and shit (suppose that’s night sweats) Then I’d spend the next day trying to come down off the high level of alert that I was on.  I don’t really know how my mind could confuse suburbia with Afghanistan but it pulled it off on more than one occasion.
Short tempered...with some things.  I get really pissed when I hear people waxing political about the state of affairs in Afghanistan.  I mean like murderously pissed.  I hear so much shit about pulling out and ending the war and yada yada yada.  
Do I want the war over, of course.  But I think the difference between the way that I feel about it and the way others (especially those who haven’t been, along with fobbits) is that the war and its costs are real to me.  The people of Afghanistan are real people to me.  I knew them, I gave them all those warm clothes you guys all sent me, I gave their children candy, I played with and took care of their dogs, I lived right along side them, I even paid one of them to help us tear down a building and construct a bridge over shit creek. (Remind me to tell you guys that story later.)
Hell, some of them I consider my friends.  But when I hear people hear talking about it, I can’t help but thinking to myself, “Hey Asshole, you do realize you are speaking about living and breathing human beings? People with families and lives and loves and all that shit, just like you! And if you had to live like they do you’d certainly want someone to come along and save your sorry ass.  However you live here so you can feel free to run your mouth all you want.  Oh and by the way, you’re welcome for that privilege.”
I have very little tolerance anymore for arrogance...wait more accurately ungratefulness.  Most Americans don’t realize nor do they ever even think about how fucking good they’ve got it.  Homes, money, cars, clothes...a country where you don’t have soldiers in the street.  You don’t have bombs at every corner.  You don’t have to contend with mortars on your way to work.  And all that sort of shit.  So any kind of ungratefulness gets me murderously pissed in a big hurry.
As yet, I have not ended anyone’s life.  Which is probably a good thing.
Oh! And do you ever see a time in your life that you might become a Cubs fan?
I could answer this with a long, drawn out diatribe about my hatred of all things Northside, but how about this instead...
FUCK NO!!!
Joyce
where you'd like to live if the job was available there geographically.
I wouldn’t want to live anywhere else but here.  Chicagoland is home to me.  Its what I know, its where my family is, and I don’t belong anywhere else.  I’ve lived all over the country and all over the world and without fail, no matter where I went, I couldn’t wait to get home.

and what we should do now in Afghanistan. or what we shoulda done. 
(this is a whole post unto itself.) which I’ll write very soon, but I gotta get organized.  Can’t shoot this one from the hip.

Love your writing!
Airman Mom
Do you have a desire to return to Afghanistan? 
I want to go back every single day.  It was the last place I’ve been where things made perfect sense to me.  Here, everything seems to be a gray area.  There, everything was a lot easier to make sense of.  Plus, the chore that is dealing with you standard spoiled, obnoxious, narcissistic American is something that makes me want to swim back!

Where do you see yourself in ten years? twenty years? 
I’m still trying to figure out exactly where I’m going to be in 10 days, or 10 minutes for that matter.  I got a lot of other things to sort out before I tackle those questions.  But I’m going to keep on working and going to school and serving until I get my mind right and then I’ll make a move or two.

Have you considered teaching as a profession? 
Actually yes, but History teachers are a dime a dozen and its hellaciously hard to get into teaching here in Chicago right now, unless of course I wanted to teach in the inner city which is probably just like Afghanistan if not worse. (Well that could kill two birds with one stone, get a new job and a good one, and go back to Afghanistan.  Or at least something similar.)

How did your visit with your dad go this week?  Good, I’d tell you about it, but that’s one of those things that I’m going to keep to myself.
How do you feel your life would have been different, had he been 'with you' growing up?
Another post all unto itself.

Write your own Eulogy.
Didn’t I do that already.

Write an acceptance speech for your nomination on any level of Political victory.
Not gonna happen...I would never run for office.  I could never kiss that much ass, nor could the soft ass American public deal with some of my ideas...like no handouts!
Who is your best friend and why?  Don’t really have one.
If you could meet anyone in this world (alive), who would it be and why?
I’d want to meet any Spartan male.  I’d like to meet him at 7 and watch him till he was 18.
Give me a few minutes to think about this and I will come up with more...this just spilled from the top of my head. :)

~AM
Marian
Have you heard of this Website - Vantage Point. You might like to submit an "opinion". Alex Horton is a part of it....so did you eat more than pizza last week? Did you go for a walk around the block?.....Looking forward to reading your replies to all the submitted questions.
- marian
Marian, I have heard of it.  Not quite sure how I feel about anyone signing up to be a cheerleader for the VA but if he can do some good for soldiers from there then all the best to him.
I have started working out and eating better.  Dropped 8 pounds this week alone, but that’s kinda like chipping an icicle off an iceberg.  Sure it weighs less but it doesn’t look any different.
OK...more questions (I'll save some for next time!!!)


What scares you?
I’m terrified of being buried alive.  Its just a thing with me.  About the only thing that makes me nervous is the idea that something may have passed me by, or I missed my shot.  I can’t help but want history to remember me.  Trouble is, I don’t think it will. 

Favorite Christmas memory...1999 or 2000 I was stationed in New Mexico, and the mom and my kid brother came down to visit for Christmas.  We ended up having Christmas dinner in their hotel room and opening presents there.  Just the three of us.  Best Christmas yet.

Since you are a Soldier...if you could step back in history, which conflict would you choose to be part of and why?
The American Revolution.  I’ve thought about this a lot.  Was going to give it a long drawn out, well crafted answer.  Then it dawned on me, I would want to be a part of that one because its the only American war that created something.

Should Marijuana be legalized?
Yep, without a doubt.  Cigarettes and booze are legal and are scientifically proven to be a lot worse for you than weed.  Its just a bunch of political, puritanical bullshit.

Would you rather have wealth, fame or romantic happiness?
Romantic happiness, the other two mean next to shit to me.

If you could go to lunch with anyone on Friday...who would you ask?
Living-Mickey Ward (Boxer) He’s the guy that new Mark Wahlberg movie is about.
Dead-My Dad.

If you had to be interviewed by one person, who would you choose?
Chet Coppock, legendary Chicago sports writer.  He’s about the only guy I can think of in the media that would throw me some real hard ass questions and be able to sort out all the bullshit.

When was the last time you cried?
When Buckets died...

OK....these may keep you busy for an afternoon :)

~AM
Wrexie
What advise would you give someone deploying to AF now?
Same as I always have...keep your head and ass down, keep your mouth shut and your eyes and ears open.  Its better to be judged by 12 than carried by 6, and the only mission you have over there is to bring you and all your boys home breathing.  Bottom line, don’t go looking for trouble.  Its going to come and find you soon enough.

I guess I'll have to read old posts and see WHY you aren't a Cubs fan. ???(It only hurts during baseball season...)
Well Wrexie, the fact of that matter is that if you are familiar with Chicago you will understand this reference...
Boys town and Dyke land hooked up and had a kid and they called it Wrigleyville.
Later,
I love you Mom...

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