My grandad was on the HMS Arethusa playing poker with shipmates in WW2, went to the toilet on another part of the ship just as it was bombed. All the other poker players he left were killed.
I also sometimes think about how my grandad’s bowel movements creating my entire family line.

They pillaged so much stuff it requires a short flight through the archive room.

if im getting nugs at 2 in the morning I’ve lost control of both my life and my finances.