I think someday soon I have to go visit you and your wife. The last visit was awful, just awful.
Every time I think about it, I have to breathe deeply.
The last two times you came to Portland, my partner and I could not believe you were family. After all these years of knowing you, you want us to act like we respect you. We don't. You are the deacon in a Baptist Church with 20 people on a good day.
You hate Pot, your 5th wife hates us and your property overlooks a massive Truck stop. You will put us down because were not your religion.
This may be the last time I see you guys, because you are so mean to us. You scare me,and your wife see's nothing. My partner hates you too. Your his brother.