You know you can feel that without coming to Kiwi Farms to shoot the shit, right? Look, I’m on your side insofar as I want your grandson to be happy, loved, and insulated from the consequences of his father’s wiggerdom, addiction, and pedophilic fiancée. But you popping on here for trips down memory lane about old jobs suggests you enjoy the internet attention a little too much. It’s very Ralph-like behavior. I never bought into the idea that Faith looked for a guy who reminded her of you, but your actions are persuading me otherwise.