That's what I was thinking as well. Of the suicides I've known, only one was by gunshot, and that person had some very angry and upsetting shit going down just before. The others were as "neat and tidy" as suicides could be, I guess, with Tylenol overdoses, carbon monoxide poisoning via a car in the garage, and a…

This is exceptionally sad. Nineteen is so young. I wonder if he had prior mental health issues or if there was just something that put him over the edge. Suicidal ideations are terrible. My sincerest condolences to those who loved him.

I think the difference is that my grandparents were Polish resistance fighters who wound up in Auschwitz, Birkeneau and Bergen-Belsen for their crimes, and still went on to terrorize their children in the most brutal and horrifying way possible.

Pam Grier will never not be fuckable. That woman was my first movie star crush. She is a goddess.

And Tony Packo's delicious chicken paprikash.

You haven't missed much. Our water was poison last August and the Nazis marches last Saturday. Toledo in a nutshell.

Precisely. I have family members that you can really see the Tatar in, like my dad for instance. But me, I'm pale. I burn after fifteen minutes in the sun, full of freckles, with light blonde hair and bright blue/green eyes and a very small, petite build.

They were some badass ladies back in the day. My grandma turned into one of those Rosie the Riveter types- worked at Jeep, always had her own money, because of what happened to her mom as a youngster. And they were the nicest and sweetest old ladies too, that you'd never imagine that they had been running liquor with…

They were the same. She was in Auschwitz and Birkenau.

That's cool! I love the seedy stuff like that. My great grandmother (daughter of the guy who abandoned his family and moved back to Poland) and her sister Lulu ran liquor with the Lebanese mob during Prohibition. We live in Toledo, and back then, the Lebanese and Poles ran the north end of that city. We're 50 miles…

She was a Pole working for the Resistance. She hated the Nazis, what they were doing to the Jews, and what they were doing to her homeland. She was also a sniper. She was tasked with getting a secret package to a safehouse, and the route she had to take was on a train. When she was on the train, Nazis boarded and said…

My Babcia's life would make a better movie. Before she met my Dziadzio, that is. She was a spy for the Polish Resistance and had her whole family murdered in front of her by the Nazis.

Ugh, I agree. I'm not a drunk, I'm intelligent, I don't eat too much sausage, and I don't carry too much shit in my wallet. Polack jokes are so passe`.

Only a tiny part of me is Tatar. I'm mostly Pole.

I do, but I won't hide it. It's in my family history. And denying what happened with my grandfather is denying that my cousin is still suffering from what he did to her. My aunts and uncle play that game, and most of their children don't know. I know, and I refuse to let them whitewash his history. Yes, he fought and…

I'm going to throw some honesty in here. My paternal grandfather fought the Nazis and was thrown in a concentration camp, where he met my paternal grandmother. He was also a child rapist, who raped my aunts and my cousin. My family likes to pretend it didn't happen and he was a great father and hero, to my cousin's…

I'm number one! I'm number one!

Woohoo! More keys for the keychain!

"Working Man" from the Rush Time Machine Tour album. It is a reggae take on the song. It is fucking amazing.

They weren't even checking my vitals! They just had their creepy rosaries hanging in my windows (which were down because it was warm) and was asking if I was okay. I was like "YEP!" and drove right the fuck away from those crazyass people.