What Did I See in the Sky?

I saw something strange early Friday morning. I'd crashed at around 10:30 and I woke up around 2:30. I knew the full Moon was a day away from full and I could see moonlight through the window so I went out to have a look. I have a YouTube channel where I put up mostly videos of the Cahaba River. I was down there the other day when it was raining, and I got some moisture/funk on the inside of the lens so I decided to do a test film to see if it'd gone. There were clouds passing in front of the Moon and it was really beautiful.
 My Ancient Android device takes very low-res videos anyway, and with the lens situation the video was anything but sharp, but then again I've always been a fan of low-res photography. I love HD too of course, but sometimes low-res can be effective, like a really old movie on VCR. It's a bit like where they'd put Vaseline around the edge of the lens to give a soft, "dreamlike" look, or make the starlets look more doinkable when they're ready for the closeup.
 I was looking up at the Moon like I've done a million times. It's amazing to see clouds pass in front and suddenly be illuminated. They make faint rainbows. It takes you out of yourself and your ego to see, and I feel bad for people who naver take a moment to enjoy things like that. They're real, and not just a bunch of ones and zeroes telling you about it. Anyway as I was watching I noticed two layers of clouds moving in different directions and speeds. That's always really cool to see. Then as I watched, a dark shape appeared.
 With the clouds going by it was hard to make out at first, and it didn't compute anyway, because it wasn't moving. I almost had to blink my eyes and have another look, but there it was. It looked like a dark triangular cloud. I couldn't tell the size because it was partially obscured by trees, and there was no way to know how far away it was, but it was massive. I could clearly a corner and two sides. Color me freaked. I didn't know what I was seeing, but I've been looking at the sky day and night since I was four, and I've never seen anything remotely like it. Lately some people have been taking photos of angular cloud formations that are completely unnatural for clouds, but those photos are taken in daytime, and while they look pretty similar to what I saw, they're a little different.
 This sounds crazy I know. It sure was crazy standing there watching it last night. I couldn't believe it wasn't moving with the other clouds. It was a breezy night but I watched it for a good ten minutes and it never moved. There was no sound associated with it; not that I expected any, but the spillway, wind and traffic and things were pretty loud. If you were looking at some sort of aircraft, you'd expect to see it in a normal flying position parallel to the ground, but if this was a craft, and I'm definitely not saying it was, then it would've been more tilted to the viewer, like it was banking in a turn. It was hard to tell for sure though because it looked flat and 2D. There was no depth, but on the off-chance it was a craft, all you'd see would be the top surface anyway.
 I was mystified. The video I took was 22 minutes long, and it was visible over half that time. Finally it just seemed to melt away, as the clouds began to thin. I looked for another ten minutes or so but I didn't see anything else. It flipped me out and it took a long time to get back to sleep. For the record I was sober, and not on (or off) any meds. I have way better than 20/20 vision and excellent night vision and my eyes were adjusted to the dark. Even though I couldn't make sense of what I was seeing, and still can't, whatever it was it was definitely there. I'll be keeping an eye out for it no question.
 Yesterday afternoon I clicked on a thumbnail with a weird bolt of lightning that seemed to be going up. I had no idea that it was talking about similar-looking things they were calling "crafts." What a coincidence. Turns out there are quite a few people talking about it, and one guy has a long series of vids with both images and artist's renditions. Of course I was interested and I checked out a couple. There were clearer images but I don't want to go digging through videos, but this image is a still from one of them. It's very interesting in that it appears to show the lightning ending in the murky outline of a triangular shape. You have to look closely but you can see it happening twice. It can't be random shapes in the clouds or a film glitch. The bolts not only end but also concentrate in intensity right at the tip of the formations. Once might be an incredible coincidence, but twice has to be impossible.
 In fact some people are saying that these shapes are definitely ships of some sort, and that they carry their own weather systems with them, and that they can actually concentrate and direct "lightning bolts." That sounds completely crazy until you consider that fact that many ancient texts describe the exact same thing. They describe angular, flying "chariots," which made their own weather and used lightning as a weapon. It'd be a stretch maybe to say there's any connection, but there's more truth to ancient stories tham most people realize. It's never widely publicized but discoveries are made all the time that directly support a "legend." You name it...they've found it. Ironically a lot of artiacts which lend credence to legends are stashed away in the huge basements belonging to a famous magazine that's been around for over a century, and should be doing articles about those finds, but doesn't.
 In any case what I saw was similar to the shapes in this image, but much more defined, and there was no lightning. The sky was well-lit by the Moon and the shape clearly stood out. It was almost black against the sky and clouds. I stood there staring and a bit later I had to look at the timer on the camera to know how long I'd been standing there looking. It was still there after ten minutes. When I could finally think I was wondering how the hell a cloud; much less a triangular one, could resist the wind and not be blown along with the other clouds. I couldn't say it was a craft but I couldn't say it wasn't.
 It was really interesting to see that video right after seeing that thing, and a little reassuring to hear that other people were seeing basically the same thing. Some are going all out and saying that they're definitely ships, but most people including myself are only saying that there's something in the sky that isn't normal in any way. I was amazed at how many videos there on this one thing. It's hard to argue with images of dark, linear shapes in the clouds. Of course all the people who won't even bother considering that there might be something to it will say it's Photoshopped, but that would mean that there are a lot of people who not only have sophisticated photo-phucking software, but also know how to use it.
 Many of the videos are posted with only about as much time from the event to it being posted on YouTube as it takes to upload it. Those would be impossible to 'shop. There wouldn't be time. Go figure. "It's Photoshopped!" sometimes isn't the real story. It's a kneejerk, "Band-aid" response; not to mention sometimes wrong. Sure there's tons of Photoshipped bullshit in living color, but things like that are often nothing more than an emotional reaction to fear of the unknown. It's human nature and it's hard to get past. I get it. Fear is a powerful thing. Fear is a powerful motivator. Fear is the enemy. Just remember that alone and you're ahead of the game.
 So what did I see? I have no idear. It was big and dark and triangular and it freaked me the fuck out. Stay tuned, and heads-up.

To Those Who Would Harm a Child

To all you Satanists, perverts, cultists, people of power, evil fucks and all, and you know who you are...to ANYONE who harms our children, keep this in mind: the good book says that the harshest punishments are reserved for those who would harm a child. I'd take that to heart. Oh, right...you don't have those. Then I'd keep it in mind. You can't hide. Your time is short. Have a nice day.

Why I Never Dealt Drugs

I've mentioned occasionally that I've never dealt dope in my life. That's basically true, except I lied. Once. Honestly for being such a strong memory, and something that's absolutely hilarious in hindsight, it was so traumatic at the time that maybe I've tried to block it out, but I almost never think about it. That's too bad because it is a funny story.
 Just for the record, I never once so much as offered a puff of grass of even a sip of beer to anyone unwilling to partake. Selling dope is potentially immoral in terms of who might end up with it. Sure you could sell to a legal adult (we pronounce it "ADult" here in the South), but you never know whom they might sell it to. The legal ramifications speak for themselves. No can do on all fronts.
 Back around a million years ago I had a friend who ran sound for my band for a time and he dealt weed. He was a straight-shooter, which put some people off but that I appreciated. That was the only reason I ever decided to break my vow. More importantly it was a situation where it would all be going to trusted friends. Back in those days there'd be seasonal "droughts" in the flow of pot, but whomever the "man" in this case was, apparently they had so much that they had it all year, and it was good too.
 J-Mac wanted to set me up and introduce me to Mr. Big so I could get it rolling independently of his thing. I wouldn't be selling dime bags to strangers at all hours. I was getting a kilo right off the bat. It would be split about ten ways and go to J's and my friends at 2-4 oz. a pop. For my trouble I'd get 6 oz of smoke and make $185 or something like that, which was a bit of cash back then. Getting paid for getting free weed is pretty compelling, so I agreed to try it just once. Idiot move.
 I guess we were at J's house but we were getting ready to go over to a big apartment complex so I could score. I don't remember the circumstances but somewhere along the way we ran into my friend Champ, who'd been out on the town big time. He was loaded. One thing about Champ is that he and I were never "mean drunks." True to form he was in a great mood. In fact it was one of those nights for him where anything goes. He was laughing his ass off at everything, and it was contageous. I was dead-sober and trying to be serious. I was about to hang my ass out in the breeze and pick up two elbows-plus of pot. It was no time for levity.
 Long story but for years we've called each other Champ. When he found out we were going to score some weed he thought that was terriffic. Against my better judgement I let him ride in the back seat. To think that someone would want to go along on something that dangerous (and stupid) willingly is beyond me, but as I said he was loaded. He didn't give a shit. Everything was a big joke. Not that there's anything wrong with that but there's a time and place.
 We pulled up to the apartments with J driving and Champ giggling in the back seat. I tried to shush him to no avail. I went to the door and knocked. A very large Mexican gentleman opened the door, looked both ways and let me in. I felt like I was suddenly in a movie, or a different part of the world maybe. The room was deathly silent...no TV or radio, and no one spoke a word the entire time. A guy motioned for me to sit down at a table and I found myself being directly stared at by 6-7 other intense-looking gentleman. They never took their eyes off of me. I'm not sure if they ever blinked. It was good for starters and I felt right at home. Not.
 "You could cut the tension with a knife" is usually just a saying but that night it was true. It was creepy and scary as fuck and I was already having second thoughts about my poor decision. I looked around and saw more guns, money and weed that I've ever seen before or since. A few men were holding guns. I guess they slept with them. If they slept, that is. I just wanted to grab the shit and get the fuck out of there, and I doubt they'd have invited me over for poker night or anything. It was rough. I gave money guy the money and he handed me a brand-new cooler that I presumed was packed with 2.2 lbs of weed. I nodded and split. I'd never been so glad to leave a place. I could finally breathe again. Or so I thought.
 It's funny but I remember thinking how nice of a cooler it was, and I supposed it just came with the deal. That thought didn't last long. As I got down the sidewalk toward the car I noticed that a cop or a sheriff had pulled up two spaces over, with nary a car in between. I almost froze in terror, but I managed to stay calm as I walked to the car. I didn't know if he was there to bust those guys, or people walking out of there with a kilo of weed too, or what, but I figured that he didn't have X-ray vision, and if I was busted I was busted and there was no use to panic. Somehow I remained totally calm and even managed a weak smile when he looked up from his paperwork and straight at me. As if miraculous, he nodded and went back to his clipboard. Boy, howdy...I'd dodged a bullet so to speak. And then the unthinkable happened.
 Champ, who was having the time of his life sitting in a car going nowhere and waiting for his sober friend, who was trying to be as serious as he'd ever been in his life because he was doing something that was highly illegal, was so wasted that he hadn't noticed the cop pull up. He was sitting there with what we used to call a "shit-eating" grin on his face as I walked up to the car with a cooler full of weed right next to a cop. Champ thought it was just all jolly-good and he was enjoying every minute of it. Actually now that I think about it, Champ still had his wits about him enough to know that what I was doing was a bonehead move and totally out of character, and he was basically giving me shit about it, and with good reason. I should have paid more attention probably.
 Just as I was reaching for the door, he said, in a very loud and surprisingly un-slurred voice "Well, Champ...didja get the STUFF?" I was mortified and almost froze again, but what's another major heart attack when you just had one two seconds ago? I opened the door like it was a life jacket thrown to a drowning man. The cop looked up at me again and I was waiting to hear his door handle opening as he was getting out to slap the cuffs on me. Going from the terror of seeing a cop while I was holding a shitload of weed to thinking I was in the clear back to sheer terror again thinking my best friend was going to accidentally get me thrown in the pokey wasn't much fun.
 It was almost Christmas, so maybe it was an early miracle, but somehow I made it into the car and we carefully drove off. "Champ, man...did you not see that COP?" I said to Champ. He looked back around as we were driving off. "Oh, man..." he said. For a second and for the first time that evening he got quiet, but as it hit us what just happened we all three busted out laughing. We were none the worse for wear but that was a little close for comfort. Fortunately that was one of those lessons I only had to learn once for it to stick. J-Mac understood. I wasn't the guy. I knew before we got six blocks away from the dope house that that was my one and only foray into dealing. I had plenty of time to reflect on things. While I was smoking six ounces of free pot. I didn't say it was all bad. Just say No.

The Daily Bullshit: Purity

[NOTICE: This post is not intended to replace medical advice. It is not intended to diagnose, treat or cure anything at all besides lack of knowledge. Have a nice day.] 
 Back in Science (SCIENCE) class in junior high we did actual chemistry experiments with real chemicals and open flames and such. I've said before that even an off-the-shelf chemistry set had enough chemicals to come up with half a dozen different ways to blow your balls off if you weren't careful. We left that to the experts.
 Back then we didn't have "idiot warnings" like on car commercials where the driver is doing impossible stunts in the latest sportscar like a pinball on a CGI pinball table, and it says "Driver on closed course. Do not attempt." As if. I learned the hard way that trying to start a pool of flame on a wooden table by pulling the wick of a Bunsen burner and letting drops of flaming alcohol drip down and then it drips too fast and automatically you turn it rightside-up and some of the burning alcohol sticks to your hand and burns the fuck out of you, wasn't a great idea. There was no idiot label on the Bunsen burner that said "Hey, dumbass...don't tip upside-down while ignited." Yep. Learnt that the hard way. It only took once. From then on I used gloves.
 Anyway, the very first thing the teacher taught us was that if a compound wasn't pure, it was basically useless. Even back then I knew of several different ways to purify a compound- from simple mechanical/chemical filtration (like an aquarium filter) to more complex methods like controlled heating, where certain substances "crack off" at a certain temp and can be drawn off. Some things float and some sink, so you can skim or dredge. I'm sure there are other high-tech methods. It's Chemistry 101.
 So they mean to tell us that with the best scientists and chemists money can buy, they can't make pure drugs? Really? I call bullshit. A drug that maybe cures one thing, but can potentially give you ten other conditions? I call bullshit again. Hint: if you get a condition from a side-effect, then they get to treat you for that too. Then if you're on two meds, maybe there's twenty potential side-effects, and it goes up exponentially the more meds you take. Vegas wouldn't give you those odds.
 I have a long-time friend who I'd pay to see do standup. He's gited. Every day he does Facebook posts and he's shooting from the hip. A while back he said "Ever notice how drug commercials spend the first 15 seconds telling you how great their drug is, and the next 45 seconds daring you to take it?" That's brilliant. That's not one of his classic standup lines but it's brutally true. I'll also mention that the healthiest, hippest and happiest people I know are the ones who are the least medicated, and vice-versa. My friend Champ calls it the biggest sales scam in history. I'd have to agree.
 So people are just supposed to accept the notion that drugs have bad side-effects and that's just how it is? "So, doc...I've been taking these pills, and I don't have the heartbreak of psoriasis, but now my dick won't work," so the doc goes "No problem, Joe. Here's another pill." He takes a Pfizer pen out of his pocket and writes a script for boner pills, which you wouldn't need to begin with if not for the psoriasis pills. Oh, and whether you believe it or not there are natural ways to treat many, many things. Yet again I'm not suggesting you can do herbal brain surgery, but if you consider the fact that over 70% of ALL medicines on your pharmacist's shelf right now were derived from herbs. To recap, we learned how to purify chemicals at age 13, but the best full-grown chemists can't? I call bullshit.

The Biggest "Conspiracy Theorist" Yet

Of course when most people hear the term "conspiracy theorist" it's always associated with "nutjob" or similar terms. Using Hillary isn't the best choice here maybe, since she fits that to a T, but she also fits the definition of "conspiracy theorist" perfectly.
 First off she came out a while back and maybe as far back as the Clinton admin, saying that there was a well-funded, right-wing conspiracy (she used the actual term) against Bill. You can find it on YouTube, in case you think this is a "conspiracy theory."
 Most recently she's made a lot of noise accusing the Russians of tampering with the last election and basically keeping her from being elected. So far the only evedince of wrongdoing is against HER (and King O, for good measure). From what I know about it I'm amazed she'd try to pull off that shit in the first place, since the only fingers being pointed so far are at her, and surely she'd have known that. And I have to stop calling her Shirley.
 This is a sidetrack but for what it's worth I've been told quite a few times that I have the "gift of discernment." Basically that means that I can tell by the "vibe" or the "feelings" or the "spirit" of a person (or entity) whether they're good or bad. I don't make that claim myself, but I don't deny it. I actually get a bit queasy looking at Hillary to the point of being disturbed; even just doing an image search. It's like looking into the face of evil itself. For some reason the term "shock and awe" just popped into my head. Well, that's what people will feel when the truth comes about about this witch. You watch.
 So there you have it. Next time you think about all the crazy "conspiracy theorists," add H-Rod to the top of the list, because it doesn't get much bigger than this. Again she's a bad choice, but it illustrates perfectly the pot calling the kettle black. She throws the term out at others but it flies like a boomerang and comes back to bite her on the ass. Funny how that works. In using the term "conspiracy theorist" (aka "weaponized language") on others, these people become that very thing themselves. Get it? Wake up.

Zucked!

Holy chit...looky here at what happened to Farcebook stock over the past few days. That's "Times in '29" stuff right there, boy. OMG you might say. You'd be right. Fuckerberg is for sure saying that right now, and perhaps a bit more strongly-worded. Supposedly he's in hiding right now. I don't know if that's true but what is known is that Fartbook just held an emergency meeting and Fuckerberg wasn't there. That's some shit.
 It's also being reported that he sold a big ol' pile of his Facebook stock a few days before it tanked. It'll be interesting to see what happens with that. Although the rich and powerful are generally above the law, that sort of thing is generally frowned upon. Can you say "Martha Stewart?" Now, what's that called again...intrader siding? That's it. Some might say he saw it a-comin'. Fuck me, man...this is big.
 What's all the fuss and whyfor the $170.00+ dive in shares of Fakebook stock? I can tell you that the story is absolutely batshit-crazy, and just what I heard in a few minutes sounds like the first chapter in a badass intrigue/thriller novel, but I leave it to you to check it out. Gargle it, Dylan. It's truly nuts, and that's just what we know so far. All I know is I wouldn't be Fuckerberg for all the tea in China. I won't say what I wanted due to the censorbots, but to say that money is the root of all evil, in this case is a statement of biblical proportions.
 I hate to be all "I told you so," but I've been calling it Farcebook, Fuckbook, Fakebook, Failbook, Facialrecognitionsoftwarebook and other clever names for several years now, and it's all coming to light. Want to find out what's going to happen in the next year or two? Ask a "conspiracy theorist." No joke. I say again that the truth is coming out, and you may quote me on that, and it must be a real drag for these assholes to have to face the music, whether anything happens to them or not. As for the general public, of whom only a small (but exponentially-growing) percentage has a heads-up, they're going to have their shit flipped when they learn the truth about the good folks who call the shots.
 This is heavy, and it's just the tip of the iceberg. Or maybe the Fuckerberg. Get ready to wrap your mind around some crazy shit, cause you'll be hearing about it. This is Science Fiction shit. Heads-up. I'd take that to heart.

How to Recharge YOUR Batteries 1

We charge our devices' batteries every day. But what about OUR batteries? What good is all that technological shit if WE can't function properly? Here's a simple thing you can do to get your own power meter out of the red. Go outside and walk barefoot on clean soil. Try it.
 It'll improve your quality of life within a week or two, and you'll be hooked. I realize it may sound like it these days, but I don't say shit just to say shit. This really works, and it's backed up by the very simplest of "sciences" and physical reactions. It involves mainly osmosis, capillary action and electromagnetism, which rules the world BTW.
 Have you ever seen those foot pad things that you stick on the bottom of your feet and after a few hours they're all stinky and gnarly and it's all you can do to peel them off and toss them? Well, that's no bs. That pungent gnarliness is toxins coming out of your body via your feets. Why do you think your socks stink sometimes? I have to mention here that years ago my buddy Nice Pete made an observation that earwax smells like foot cheese. Dude was onto something. Anyway, walking barefoot on good dirt has the same effect as the foot pads, for free. It's even better for obvious reasons. You generally have to be outside to be able to walk on dirt, so you get to soak in a little Nature, which doesn't come with the foot pads.
 And of course I mean good clean raw dirt; NOT grass, and for the love of God no bullshit Chemlawn/ Truegray chemically-treated lawns. That won't work, and it could fuck you up. There's a reason they tell you not to let your kids or pets play on a freshly-chemmed lawn. You can have a gorgeous lawn with ZERO chems with a tad of effort, but apparently people are just fine with poisoning themselves. It's a fucking shame. But I digress. I can digress with the best of them.
 All I know is fuck what your neighbors might think...get outside and kick off those skates and have a little walkaround. Any amount of time is good but the longer the better. You definitely need to walk around to get everything pumping and jiving. Through the magic of osmosis, capillary action and electrons firing and other natural wonders, them toxins will haul ass out of you feet once they realize what the deal is. They're trying to get the fuck out anyway so you're doing them a favor. "Gravity" dictates that toxins tend to collect in the feet. The Earth, or the ground, has a negative charge. Toxins almost always have a positive charge, and they attract. Do the math. This really works. In exchange for releasing toxins into the dirt, you're liable to gain some trace minerals, but don't quote me on that. Eliminating toxins is plenty good.
 It's times like these that I wish I was semi-famous...otherwise I wouldn't wish fame even on my worst enemy. If my last touring band for example, hadn't imploded from alcohol abuse, and I was in drum mags and whatnot, I'm sure I'd have a decent amount of followers on my blog, and my ideas would get out. Actually they're not my ideas at all, but I have learned them. I've studied-up and tried things for myself, and if it's bullshit it gets chucked. As it is, one or two people who might stumble across this stuff I say will probably go "Wow, that's a good idea. Makes sense. I should try that." Of course they never will, because most people are lazy as fuck-all. But I'll keep saying it anyway. I've had hands-on experience with this stuff since high school, and that was a long time ago. I'm not saying shit just to hear myself type. This here stuff really works, but you do have to do it. The biggest cause of disease is a buildup of toxins, which leads to inflammation, pain, bacterial growth, even cancer...you name it. You need to get rid of toxins.
 The world we live in today is toxic as fuck, and it's 100% by design. I can't prove it without putting in a bunch of links, but all you have to do to prove that to yourself is do a little homework. Or you can stick your head back in the sand and go back to sleep and just ignore it. It's your choice, but you do so at great peril. But all I am is a "fear-monger," right? I say again that the only people who use that term are themselves afraid. The truth isn't always pleasant, as we all know, but it's the truth. It's better to KNOW, right? Or no? Anyway it's all good. I'm trying to help.
 If you think for a second that I'd rather scare the shit out of people rather than, say, make them laugh or entertain them with music, or being the cool river-rat dude or Fearless Freddy or whatever, then you obviously don't know me at all, and granted maybe that's a good thing. My intentions are to educate, not frighten. I'd rather serve someone a nice cup of herbal tea than scare the shit out of them, but knowledge is power, and WE FEAR THE UNKNOWN. Dig on that for a moment. You dig? Knowledge eliminates fear. Knowledge is power. Knowledge is the shit.
 So get outside and get barefoot and walk in the dirt. If you don't have much room, find a spot of nice sweet dirt and just walk in place. Pretend you're making wine and crushing grapes or something. And yet again...fuck what the neighbors think. Once they see how much it does for you, hopefully they'll join in. They'll be wantin' some of what you're havin' and you never know...you just might have a healthier 'hood. I bet Betty down the street looks hot barefoot too. Think how much fun block parties would be if everyone got barefoot. You could have your own "Mecca." The good stuff in life is quite contageous. "Keeping up with the Jones" can take on a new meaning. Try it for a week or two. If you don't feel better, or if toxins are your thing, then don't do it. I should mention here that there's one thing you really need to be aware of if you're trying to turn over a new leaf and get yo'self healthier: Take it SLOWLY.
 If you've been eating a shitty diet and medicating yourself for every little hangnail and you get no excercise and such, your body is constantly in full emergency-detox mode. Instead of metabolising healthy food or enjoying the benefits of exercise or whatever, all systems of the body are working overtime to filter out all the bad shit. In case you didn't know that's terribly taxing on the body and it does nothing for lifespan. If you go cold turkey and get rid of junk food and needless meds and stuff overnight, your body has to completely switch over to an entirely different OS as it were, and it takes time.
 That's why many people who try to get healthy too quickly actually get sicker. All those toxins stored in your cells will be coming out at once, and many people feel so bad that they give up and blame it on healthy habits! You must take this into account, and go slowly, and mitigate the effects of tons of toxins being released back into the body all at once. I couldn't recommend Chlorella algae enough if you're trying to detox. There are many ways to detox...saunas, herbs, exercise, and very inexpensive things like turmeric (always with black pepper) and cilantro. I've done my homework...now you do yours. If you really care enough to try to get healthy you should care enough to do a little research. Do it.
 Get them tootsies in the soil. You'll love it. You'll feel yourself relax almost immediately. Toxins will begin to leave your body right away. Most importantly you'll be making a physical connection with the Earth. If that sounds like New-Age woo-woo, then don't do it, and enjoy your toxins. Have a nice day. Lose the shoes.