Irena in 1995 was listening to In utero. There's a slight dad kind of embarrassment to it. I don't really have my father could have explained sports maybe to me and he probably was deeply disappointed or a classic cars. He smells just like a hound dog. If I'm ever buried someone he'll find me if I shit myself. That's my track. It's because there's still a purple hair teenager in me. Here's what I want to get to this though. And then I die. You being shown that by your dad. So it's not from a nasty place. Obviously people are people people are people, people are people. I got the best