Stanley Mack was my grandfather. He ate Penrose sausages. Drank PBR before it became ironic to drink it. We drove in his El Camino listening to Johnny Cash while he drank and drove down crazy back roads. He told me, before he died, that I should be happy. He hugged me the last time I saw him and said that. Everything I do is to be the man he was. I will never live up to it, but that's doesn't mean I don't try.

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