Upon further reflection, yeah. Still yeah. Yep. My dad was way too small of a fish at the time, mind you, but a bit of light jail time after Panama might’ve been good for him, in hindsight. Maybe he would’ve learned to paint or meditate instead of becoming what he became, idk.

…and yet searching, even still, for some eleventh-hour sense to be made from the tragicomic senselessness of it all and maybe, just maybe, the one thing you do have to concede is that nobody ever went down quite like this, quite like us 🤷‍♂️🇺🇸