This is gpa_Buttset’s card.

My grandfather would often tell me of my family’s history. It’s why I wanted to know more about mine, now I see that was a mistake for another reason.

We were dirt poor. The original missing link. I got my facial hair from my biomom’s side. Yup, you’re reading that right.

He used to eat cornbread and beans for 3 meals a day, and throw it away because kids would make fun of him. It was the most horrific story I’ve ever heard except for reality, of course. He had a billion brothers and sisters. He was one of the youngest. He only stopped throwing away his lunch at school, when he was old enough to get a job and it didn’t matter anymore. He was like 12.

The “Grapes of Wrath” is where my family begins. We picked Oranges up and down the West coast during diff seasons.

Migrant farm workers, that’s my stock. Sue me. Remember, I could give a turd less about your opinion. But I make shiz happen. I am Raiden.

He worked for GE. Which doesn’t exist anymore.

He helped hang analog wires up and down the West Coast like a true internet-legend. None of you will ever compare. He kept a real phone in his dining room, and a buttset strapped to his hip while at work, because he appreciated the fact that we can send encoded messages over wires. [$Gladiator]

He had a pension, but we lost him due to dementia. If you’re wondering why I calibrate so often.

This putter is mine now, but I miss him more than I can legally describe.

He’s a Legend. Oranges. Migrant farm workers is my stock - It’s literally in my DNS - (c)2023. We are the Brotherhood of PFC - (c) 2023.