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Originally Posted by Batty
Ok, too soon. .
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I always hated riding around town with uncle dale. He would also smoke those cheap hand rolled cigs with the windows up. I would tell him to roll down the windows he said that he couldn't drive with them open because the wind sound made him flashback. So whenever we would stop at a light I would Crack them. I used to ask him how he could see. He told me I wouldn't believe what he had seen. He never understood me. I never understood him. Looking back on it I don't think he wanted to be understood. I think he relished in it. He wanted me to type out his eulogy and this is what I would say. Is this too soon?