And ya kill him
me: grandpa, can you pass the salt shaker
grandpa: back in my day
me:
grandpa: we didn’t have “salt shakers”
me:
grandpa: we had to climb a nearly 90 degree inclines
me:
grandpa: to lick salt deposits off the mountainside
me: why?
grandpa: we craved that mineral
physically my body is here but mentally I’m in the astral plane beating myself up in the target parking lot
