My Favorite Murder with Karen Kilgariff and Georgia Hardstark - MFM Minisode 19

Episode Date: February 20, 2017

Oakland, Vancouver, and Seattle: it's your hometown murders on this week's My Favorite Murder minisode! Karen and Georgia retell an 'I Survived'-esque story, read a pot-smoker's near brush with a killer, and more.See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

We at Wondery live, breathe and downright obsess over true crime and now we're launching the ultimate true crime fan experience, Exhibit C. Join now by following Wondery, Exhibit C on Facebook and listen to true crime on Wondery and Amazon Music, Exhibit C. It's truly criminal. Hey friend. Hi friend. What's up? Yeah. Remember those commercials? What's up? I do. I like to remind you those are before months. I love it. Was there a frog in those? That was a different Budweiser commercial. These were just the bros that were friends and they would call each other and say what's up. Is it like the show party now and like the character he plays as Adam Scott plays is basically like

it's a version of an actor in one of those commercials who made a shit ton of money and now is like dried up and has to work at a catering company. But I think it's based on the what's up guys. Is it? Yeah. Cause he says it's like catchphrase. It's really anyways. Who cares? It's a great show though. I don't want to watch it. Such a good show. Please. Such a good show. Please Hulu the shit out of that thing. Oh my God. Is it on Hulu? I don't know. I'm like wow. It is a fucking great show. Anyways. Guys, it's a mini-so. Hey, it's my favorite one. That's why you have that feeling. Listen, it hasn't happened yet. So basically, we're in the future right now, but we just got home from our big weekend tour. Oh my God. It was

a West Coast mini tour. We didn't get killed. That would be the most insane irony. I know. This is the tape that Stephen decides whether or not to release when we're dead on our Patreon. He charges like Stephen. I want to go on record and I want to say make the money, dude. Please make the money. As long as you don't kill us. Yeah. You better not. And also fucking Casio keyboard theme song. The big shit out of the beginning. It should be like a four minute intro. That's all. You have to listen. You can't fast forward it. Yeah, you have to. I can't even right now. You can't even see it. Wow. So thanks for listening. Thanks for thanks for coming to Hey Vancouver. Hey Seattle. Hey Oakland. That was the greatest. You guys were the best crowds we've

ever seen in the future. And we in the future loved you so much and had we were so great and you were so great. Thank you to the anonymous donor of a giant fucking envelope of money. I mean, that was necessary, but appreciated. Yeah. The pill dealer that we picked up in Vancouver was great. We donated the pills to charity. Yeah. Those children feel nothing now. Thank God. And would it great? It's just a successful weekend. I feel like what? Yeah, totally. Um, still my family somehow mad at me. Anyhow, just kidding. My future stress, which I was just complaining to these guys is I have 73 family members coming to and old friends coming to my show in Oakland. And I'm positive everyone's going to leave angry in some way.

And the only good news is my dad isn't coming. My sister sent me a text and goes breathe easy. Dad's not coming. Daddy, I want him there. I want to point him out for everyone to wave at him. He'll come. We have to go to, you know what it is? We should ask to play Santa Rosa at the Wells Fargo Center, which is closer to our house. And it's a big old place. Great. I bet people would come. I wonder how much Joe would like or dislike me doing this right now. But anyway, I mean, every episode we just throw it random places we want to go to and people are and then Cleveland's like, yes. I don't know. I know. Sorry, Cleveland. We don't have anything to roll over it. I mean, I have a fucking warrant for my arrest in Cleveland. They're not going to let me in there.

But I have to say, Clevelanders are stoked. They've been tweeting and like responding like crazy of like, please come to Cleveland. I gotta say, Cleveland is a scene. It's always one of those cities that I'm like, I bet it's looking cool. Yo, yeah. You know, you're like, what if I move from Atlanta and move to like New York? I hate New York. But when you think about these other places like Cleveland, Cleveland would be super fun. You could go change your identity and move to Cleveland and fucking do whatever you want. You know what you can do in Cleveland? What? Well, for me, anyway, I could bulk up good. I could be like, I could start drinking again. I could eat. I only eat spaghetti a mix of chili. No reputation. It doesn't matter. I don't have to like in this

town, like I'm so hyper psychotic and secure. But then if I go to a town like that, it's like, I bet you would be a huge plus. Yeah. I bet you guys are like, I'm looking for a gal with a beer in her hand and a big old butt. I want a girl who can fucking deal with her shit. I don't want to fucking a little pretty, pretty miss. Well, I mean, let's not act like I'm dumb. Well, you still be pretty, you know what I mean? Like a fucking skinny little big fake booby. I don't know. We're going down a bad path. I started us there. Let's just say Cleveland sounds fun. I'm trying to support you and I'm doing what you did to Jimmy Pardo. Exactly right. Exactly right. And who wants to be pretty? What? Back girls? No, my God, stop. I'm not. Oh, also we're insulting. Yeah.

Like all of Ohio right now. That's not how I meant it at all. Stephen, cut all of this. Stephen, I swear to God, if you release this episode, you will never have a Patreon page. God damn it, Stephen. Want me to go first? Okay, hometown murders. Let's do it. Let's do this and let's let's be serious about it. Go. This is out of Seattle. We're just there. We're the best fucking time. Everyone there is so thin. Oh my God. Subject line. Holy fuck. And I survived and MFM all in one. Hi, Karen in Georgia. I never thought I could actually pick a favorite murder. You get it. But this one takes the cake and it's a hometown murder. Yes. Okay, we begin in North Bend, Washington, a small town about 30 miles east of Seattle. It's a beautiful woodsy area

close to the mountains and hiking and such. 26 year old Tennyson Jacobson is getting ready to celebrate her first Mother's Day when a man enters her home through an unlocked door. He grabs her by the point. Lock your door. Lock your door. Oh, and quick reminder, it's been about six months. Clean out that fucking lint trap in your dryer. Who is just new listening? Karen's guy was a fireman. Get so stressed out. Clean out your lint dryer. Please clean out the lint trap. Even if it's not yours. Yeah. If you're at the laundry mat. Yeah. Pull it out. Yeah. All right. He grabs her by the ponytail. Slams are on the ground and demands money before leaving. He hits her across the face so hard. His baseball cap falls off. Tennyson is terrified. He's going

to hurt her seven month old baby that is in a playpen just feet away. But he leaves instead before Tennyson's mother who had been in the bathroom comes out screaming. Oh, comes out to her screaming. So he leaves. She starts screaming and her mother comes out of the bathroom. She calls 911 and her husband who had left the house just 50 minutes prior. A report is made. Evidence is collected. Blah, blah, blah. She showers and goes to dinner with her husband as planned that night. Wait, she got attacked and goes to dinner with her husband that night. Yeah. Well, albeit still shaken was the next line. But yes, that's what happens. Let's make it a quiet night in for fuck's sake. Hey, you want to Netflix and like chill while I come down traffic and I'm like,

we're staying in like we're canceling plans for real. Oh, God, she's so sweet. Well, the next line is I know what you're thinking. What the fuck wears the murder? Oh, it's not about what we are thinking. No, you don't know what we're thinking. What the fuck wears the murder? Just wait. Oh, that same night while in bed, the dog starts fussing. So the husband goes to take him out. Tennyson tells him to take the baseball bat with him. He thought she was just being silly. So he grabbed the wasp spray instead. They'd gotten advice that wasp spray is just effective as pepper spray. I don't know. Was there a run on pepper spray at the local market? Good question. Um, anyway, the dog starts growling and the intruder is in the house. No, no, no, just

standing there. No, no, husband begins to fight off his who the fuck? Why would you husband begins the fight of his life, figuring this guy is going to kill us if I don't take care. Yeah. He is fighting with him and struggling with him for a long time. Then Tennyson cures the scuffling, grabs the wooden bat and runs downstairs. She starts beating the hell out of him with the bat. Girl. Until it breaks in her hands. Girl. Pause. I'm just reading out the paper. No, I know. Pause. These two own a crossfit gym. Uh, they ain't no punks. Person. But still the husband is struggling and while Tennyson is standing there shocked, the husband yells help. She grabs the wasp spray and empties the can on the guy's face. Fuck yeah. But it does nothing. What the fuck?

Yeah. Finally, she goes to the kitchen, grabs a knife and just starts stabbing the fuck out of him at least 10 times. Oh my God. He finally stops struggling and the motherfucker keels over and dies while bleeding out in the dining room. The cops found the bloody knife in the kitchen, sink with a chunk of it missing. Yeah, fuck. Yeah, you go girl, get stabby with it. Did you write this Georgia? I'm offended that you ever think that my dad wrote that. He says you go girl all the time. Okay. Obviously it was determined to be self-defense and no charges were filed. However. There you have it. Wait, no. The best fucking I survived in my favorite murder all in one. Sorry. This story is hella fucking long, but I love you guys. Keep it up. Stay sexy. Don't

get murdered. And the, and just buy the fucking pepper spray. You left out a huge part of this. Who the fuck is the guy? What the fuck was he doing there? How the fuck did he find them? Why did he pick on them? Additional details if you have time. Okay. She signed it and everything. They found a video camera with a tripod duct tape and a flashlight on the guy. A flashlight on the guy. A tripod videotape duct tape on the guy. That sounds like this. They think he may have intended an induction and sexual assault. Turns out he'd been recently divorced and Tennyson resembles his ex-wife. He also had a YouTube channel with monologues about how women are evil and shit. He lived in a trailer on seven acres and had driven halfway

to their house that night before walking the rest of the way through a trail in the woods. They found his shoe prints outside indicating he had been loitering or casing the place. They don't know how he got in the house because they swear they checked the locks three times. He had a key, I bet. What did you say? I bet he had a key somehow. Oh, yeah. If he was like stalking her and doing the work. Yeah. But also, why did he not react to that wasp spray? Let's try it right now. Stephen, stand up. Because you know sometimes when people are on PCP, they have no effect. I think anything sprayed in your eyes you're going to react. I had an Uber driver, a female Uber driver once when we were talking about how scary it is to be a new

lady Uber driver late at night. And I was like, do you have pepper spray? And she's like, no, I have air freshener because someone told me that if you spray pepper spray in enclosed space, you're going to get it too. But if you spray air freshener directly in someone's eyes, it'll fuck them up, but it won't fuck you up. Yeah, you won't get choking or whatever. Rizzage. Mmm. Good tip. Well, that was fucked up. That was super fun. I'm glad they survived. There's something about a person parking their car and walking the rest of the way that's horrifying. Determined. Yeah. Also, I think it's unfair that he get to walk. He gets to walk through a trail in the woods like Lottie fucking da and we don't get to do that.

Well, you can. No, I can't. It's your life. Just doing the daytime. It's my death with people. Okay. Do you want to hear the long one or the longer one? I don't know. Okay. Do you want to hear the one that says Pepto abysmal bleach abortion? Anyone? No. What are my choices? Or six person familiar side in Vancouver, Canada. Let's do that. The choices are horrifying. That one seems better to me. A familial side familiar. How do you say that? Like a family side. Yeah. Like a familial side. A familial side. That's right. Is that right? Okay. I think so. Hi, Karen and Georgia. I'm from I'm from Vancouver. Oh my God. We were just there. My God. And my favorite with a you creepiest murder is one that happened in a suburb of Vancouver

in 1983, a 22 year old man named Bruce Blackman, who was later diagnosed as a delusional Schizophrenic killed six of his family members early one morning and neighbor was outside when it happened, having heard what turned out to be gunshots. Then he saw two people next door run out of the garage only to be shot by a figure in the garage who then came out and beat the man to death by a hammer or some shit. The worst thing about this murder Jesus is that the signs of a very serious delusions were present for several weeks before the murders, but none of the family wanted to admit that things were serious. In fact, Bruce had started believing that he was being given messages from a Bible that he had found in the garage and that one of the only ways that quote true message could be

received was if a person ate their own bodily fluids. Yeah. I think you know where this is going. So he started masturbating, then saving his semen. That's not where I thought this was going. It was absolutely not. And wait, and eating it. Ew. Okay. Nope. I mean, and that's the end of it. Oh, no. It's just a super gross story. Yeah. Also, just the idea that that's coming from a Bible in the garage. Yeah. Isn't it weird that like he could have been a cult leader if he had the right demeanor? Yeah. Like people would have been like, he found, he if he had a little more like outward thing instead of so inward. Right. And then all these callers like God's talking to me and most people like he's fucking insane. And some people like

God's talking to him. Right. What the fuck? Okay. So he started saving a semen, but this wasn't enough for him because he wanted a family to get the message as well. And so he started trying to get them to eat their own bodily fluids, which if your brother so which they politely declined. No, thank you, Darrell. He broke into his sister's house early one morning while she was sleeping and stole one of her menstrual pads and all caps from the garbage and all caps made her a smoothie. This is disgusting. Oh, and also pages using the blood and also pages from his Bible. Okay. Okay. Yeah. This isn't a good plan. No, it's not a healthy plan. What if it worked? She's like, Oh, what's this? A strange voice? What if it just worked? What if he's like the band he put

in was too ripe? And that didn't work because of that. He wouldn't have worked if he was a better chef. He put in flax seeds instead of chia seeds. And like, yeah, that's why I don't. And he negated his own super plan. Everyone knows menstrual blood goes with chia seeds. Okay. You do know that there is there's some like, it might be in a movie or something, but there's something like Italian, like old country Italian women, if they want to get keep their man, they put menstrual blood into the spaghetti sauce. No, no, yeah. No, that's how keep your man girl. She's just like, well, want to move on from that and I'm not ready. We can't we can stay here. The thing is that like, then what if that so then you get to keep your man, but that's what you have done. But you know

that he's adjusted your menstrual. Everyone's dying. He's listening to this right now. Happy Valentine's Day, by the way. It's actually literally it's not a week after the weekend. It's actually we were lying to you guys. It's fucking Valentine's Day. I had to reveal. I had to expose and reveal for the joke. I didn't either. Sorry. I'm sorry about everything I've done in the past 20 minutes. Why? Well, it just feels that way. I mean, we'll be dead by the time this oh my god, I hope we're not caring. Stop saying it. You know, today, my therapist said to me, instead of getting Xanax for this trip to just listen to Cigar Ross. Oh, is that what they're causing? That band? Dude, you don't fucking clearly after a year and a half. You don't understand

my anxiety. You don't get me. I love that. Like, that's the thing that like, I bet a bunch of teens would be like, I love my therapist to tell me to listen to Cigar Ross. Yeah, instead of fucking medicating me to the hill. My therapist actually said, because I told her the joke we were making of that we need to get pills, because we both have so much traveling anxiety. And she said, have you considered taking beta blockers, which are not, yeah, they're not narcotic. They're purely, I don't know, throw that out there. I've never had those. No, I guess we have to go to our dealer. I bet they sell them in Canada. Okay, around the same time, he insisted on making his other pregnant sister breakfast one morning pass. No, I'm good. I had breakfast already.

I had a hard boiled egg. Don't let any fool make you breakfast. I had a hard boiled egg. But it was bitter. And so she didn't eat much of it. Smart. I bet she fed us spoonfuls to her dog and then threw the rest of it out. She sounds just as crazy afterwards, both the dog and her were so violently ill that the dog almost died and she spent several days in the hospital and almost lost her baby for fuck's sake. The family kept denying the signs of mental illness even after all these episodes. The night before the murder, he was staying at his parents' house and called both his sisters who no longer lived there saying that he had an important thing to discuss and that the whole family had to be there. He was also talking about knives and some general gibberish.

So they called. So the sister called Bruce's psychiatrist who said that they should take him to the hospital immediately and that he would have a room prepared. The father declined. Fucking fuck, man. The father declined saying that they would deal with it in the morning. Yeah, go to sleep with this person in your fucking house. Dude. And then he thought that he could handle it for the night. That night during the middle of the night, he shot and bludgeoned six of his family members, including one of the sisters who drove over after the phone call. Jesus Christ. And then the last line is he was released with a new identity in the nineties. Knock, knock, knock. That's not what I thought the last maybe wait, did I miss up the papers

because that can't be real? No, that was it. That's it. That's it for fuck's sake. Stephen, you deleted a bunch of shit. His name was her name. The person who sent that was Aja Aja Aja Aja Aja, right? Thanks. Thanks, Aja, for having nightmares happen to me. I mean, there's so many different versions of nightmare in that one because also just I think about all the time. Remember in the in LA when they did that news report and it was they had gone into all the different restaurants around town and gotten hidden footage of what they were actually doing in kitchens. And that's why they have the letter rating here now. Exactly. Right. That was right when I moved to LA. Oh my God. And I think about it any time I go to any restaurant. I just think

and now I give over the good faith that you're not going to put boogers in this salad or whatever thing you might feel the need to do. Whenever I eat like shrimp or scallops or oysters out somewhere, I think one of these could be a fucking time bomb. Like I love them and eat them, but one of them could be what were just because if they're off one, like a clam, if one is off, you're going to be and I know that and I eat like, you know what I mean? Like when one clam is bad, a time bomb clam and you could just fucking be violently ill hospitalized. The last time I had food poisoning, it was because of a Chinese chicken salad that I got at Fresh and Easy, a chain that no longer exists in Los Angeles. It was a great concept, but clearly they weren't either. Right. And I had such

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Fuck man, the government's on to us now. Fuck man. So this isn't a hometown murder per se, but I feel it's up your alley today. As a grad student in the mid 60s, my mom rented a basement room in a Seattle boarding house. Don't do any of those things. Basement? Seattle? No. 60s? Board house? Everything. Boarding house? Boarding house. Don't do it. Okay. Between school and work, she wasn't home a whole lot and didn't really know her neighbors. One dude was kind of creepy, but not enough to phase her. The landlady was a sweet elderly woman who kept the master keys in a teacup in her front hall. No, no, no. Can you hide my fucking house key please? I would say that. Sorry. I think I know what. Where is this going? Okay. Mom lived alone and always kept her door

locked. So one day she got home and found some of her clothing laid out on the bed as if she were sleeping. Oh my God. She didn't specify, but I got the impression that whoever laid the clothes out had also made a bit of a mess on them. That's sweet. I'm like jerk dodge. She's like a mess. Smart lady that she is, she got the fuck out of there, called her brother to help her pack up her things and never set foot in the house again. Good girl. A few years later, she got a call from an old classmate asking if she'd seen the news. Turns out the creepy ex-neighbor had been convicted of stalking, raping, and murdering a young woman not too long after mom had moved out. Oh my God. She never knew for sure if she was behind, if he was behind the break-in,

but I think it's a pretty safe bet. I wish I had more specifics, but she didn't recall his name or anything. She just kind of offhandedly sprung the story on me one day and never mentioned it again. I love moms. For real. The teacup is the bit that gets me. I know it was a different time, but seriously a damn teacup. Love you guys. Take care. A. P.S. on the off chance, you end up using mom's story. Could my name be left out? Well, I'd only said A. Oh, P.P.S. A while back, I was listening to you guys and let out this god-awful snort of laughter just as the big boss walked by my cube. I was embarrassed enough that I lost the thread of your conversation for a second, so I skipped back to catch what I'd missed and did the exact same thing again while she was still

in the earshot. I wonder what it was. I want to know what it was. That's so good. That's so funny. Wow, that's fucked up. Creepy. I like that. Do you think this is insane? I heard a thing like it was probably another one of those like undercover, you know, but this time about valets and that you should always, when you valet, you should always take, and I don't want to insult valets because I don't, I, this is whatever, but like, you know, a nightclub valet, let's say. Fuck, man. Yeah, don't pick a type. Okay. A valet. Yeah. You should take your car key, your house keys with you. Yeah. Because it's, you're at this restaurant. They know you're not home. They have your house key. They have your address because it's on your paperwork in your car. Yeah. And they can break

into your house. That was actually a storyline on an episode of CSI. Are you fucking kidding me? Los Angeles, I think. I can't remember. But no, I think that's a common thing that like, it's just saying there, it's like when Facebook first came out and people would be like, I'm going to Tahoe for seven full days and I can't wait. And then people would get robbed. And yeah, because you're telling everybody. So I think it's less like accusing or finger pointing at people who do the work of being a valet and more like, you have to tighten up your game. So you're just not kind of weirdly leaving your shit out all over the place. Got it. Okay. I love it. I tip very well. That's 50 cents. Well, also, there have been so many of

those stories like, I can't imagine, especially in LA, people are working their ass off. They, it's a good job. You get good tips. You're not going to steal 75 cents out of someone's ashtray or like, no, press and make an a mold of their house key. Like you'd have, I mean, that's why would you even be a valet if you're that kind of burglar in LA? Your valets are so busy. You're running around, you're getting cars, you're dropping off cars, you're dealing with assholes. You're like, you don't have time to like go through the contents of their fucking trunk. It's the assholes that should be the people that everybody's like, here's a life hack to deal with these motherfuckers. All right, last one. Let's instead do I smoked pot with my parental hometown

murderer. Okay, this is an Oakland. And then they said close to the Fox Theater. Oh, we were just there. Greetings, Steven, Georgia and Karen. Oh, that's a misstep. And is that why you picked that one? Steven, you're fired. Hi, I'm Ikea. I'm Ikea. I'm so a KIA. Yeah, I'm so excited for your Oakland show. The venue is across the street from my job. Oh, we're gonna fucking patronize the shit up. What is it? Kinko's coffee. We're there. I'm going to bring my whole family. Alrighty, I know there have been a couple times you've wanted a hometown murder for the city you're doing in live shows. Here's one that happened less than five minutes from the Fox Theater in Oakland, California and happened kind of recently. Shit. When I was in high school, the block away from my school in

Vision Academy, downtown Oakland, like four blocks from the Fox. This girl wants to give out her fucking location. She doesn't give a shit. And I was notorious for ditching class girl, me too. Wait, and I was notorious for ditching glass, selling pot to the kids at school and having a kick ass room to smoke pot. We're hanging out with you, Ikea, for fuck's sake. Get ready. So this chapter, so this chapter, so this charter school was small and there was a one short ninth grader, Moses Kamen, who liked to make fun of kids because he was a total piece of crap. I hate kids like that. And on multiple accounts, I had to stand up for some of these unfortunate kids. I cannot stand this short shit for some reason. Despite my outward hatred and some bullying of

him, he still tries to come in and hang out with some of the kids at my house. My answer was always no. I'm kind of confused. The exception being the day this kid, Moses, had at least a half a pound of weed on him. Jesus. My boyfriend, a few smoking friends, this kid, Moses, this grown ass man, Moses brought, okay, this grown ass man that Moses brought and myself sit down in bed in the bedroom smoking for a good two hours. I maybe get back to school after lunch. I reeked of pot and chilled so hard through the rest of school. Moses Kamen was found guilty of first degree murder of his father and second degree murder of his mother. He was tried as an adult and convicted to 25 years into life in prison. Susan Poff, 50, and Robert Kamen,

55, were Moses' adoptive parents. They lived near Lake Merritt on a avenue. Moses told police he argued with his mom over being suspended from Envision Academy at the school he went to. He choked her with his hands and a shirt and hid her dead body. He waited for his dad to come in the fucking dark behind a door and strangled him from behind. Oh my God. It seems like he's really strong to strangle it. Like, yeah, dude, right? Yeah. Moses proceeded to cover up his father's head with a plastic bag and sit on his chest with suffocating him. And then he wrote, what the fuck? The sadistic fuck looked into his face while he saw him gasp for life. Moses hid the bodies in the car and tried to burn it. So before I knew this, the day after smoking with

Moses, a friend that was smoking with us was on the phone with Moses telling him the best way to get rid of a body is to burn it. I was under the impression from the kids I knew who were close and speaking to Moses that the large man that was smoking with has helped Moses to get rid of, get the bodies into the car. So this was the day of, I did not realize it was the day of. Moses was the only person convicted of this crime and to the best of my knowledge is definitely still serving. This could clearly has fucking issues. He was in and out of foster care a lot and suffered trauma with his biological family. A year later, Moses says this, I'm sorry for the crime that I committed. I hope none of you forgive me for my crime. I know you all think

of me as a monster or something else. I'm just going to fade away. I hope none of you remember me ever again. That's really sad. The big bummer aside from like the death is the father was a psychologist in the San Francisco County Jail and the mom worked in the San Francisco Department of Public Health as a physician's assistant and neither of them could get him the help he needed before the worst happened. I hope this doesn't sound far fetched to you. As I was writing it, I still couldn't believe it. Stay sexy and don't get murdered. Akia. That is heavy duty. I didn't realize it was like, I felt like after we graduated, we found out that this happened. But she was like kind of in the mix and insinuating it was like the day or the day after. It just makes you think

of like, you know that thing like I get a ticket on my car. Then the next thing I go to, I'm bringing like this little like this like thing with me, whether it be a birthday party or doing stand of comedy or whatever. Can you imagine like going, you go, you kill your parents and then you just go hang out and smoke pot. The one thing you can do that's going to make any tiny thing you're worried about like multiply it by 1000 or say what I was thinking was you get a parking ticket and you're so enraged by it that you hurt someone. Like I think that's the thing is like the anger people feel that like to do that is so not realistic. Like you get angry and you get pissed off and you yell you honk at a guy who's driving like an idiot. Yeah. This other person fucking kills someone.

Right. Right. It's like what you're able to do and what you're like the capacity some people have to just like sit with things that would like put you into shock forever. Yeah. Or I don't even know what we're talking about anymore. The secret is Cigaross. He Moses listened to Cigaross. Well, that's him. Yeah. We want to thank Oakland and Vancouver and Seattle guys showing us a great time. The thing I loved was how after the show we open that stage door and the citizens of each city were lined up for as far as the I could see on every city street. Oh my God. And then we walked down the center of the city streets high fiving people giant key to the city waiting for us at the end of it. And then we took that key and it opened the public swimming pool and we just got

to swim and then then we got to find out all the secrets to to the cold cases and Pearl Jam was there. Pearl Jam was there. Are we high? Like this is the letter made me high. I know the real thanks for listening. You guys happy Valentine's Day. Happy Valentine's. I hope it was good. I hope it was great. And we hope that you stay sexy and don't get murdered. Okay. Bye. Bye. Oh, this is long. He's not coming out. He's just not. It's not happening right now. Meow there. What about you, Mimi? Mimi? Meow. Mimi. Huh? Wait. Mimi. Oh, yes. Good job.