Share The Struggle
Share The Struggle
A Thanksgiving Reunion, Recovery, And The Weight Of Hope
A snow globe of a day turns into a reunion years in the making as we welcome my brother home and share our first Thanksgiving together in decades. We open about addiction, boundaries, small business stress, and the hope that comes from second chances.
• early holiday stress, small business sales push, and marketing noise
• seeing Christmas through our daughter’s eyes and finding perspective
• family history, addiction, prison time, and grief across years
• reunion timeline from halfway house to Thanksgiving Eve pickup
• first Thanksgiving together in twenty years and what it meant
• balancing hope with accountability and clear boundaries
• messages to people battling addiction and to their families
• gratitude for listeners and new cities joining the community
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Last week at our Liberty Thanksgiving table, I did something that I haven't done in at least 20 years. And my wife did something for the very first time in her life as well. A special moment for the Liberties, that and more on this week's episode of Share the Struggle Podcast. Let me tell you something. Everybody struggles. The difference is some people choose to go through it and some choose to grow through it. The choice is completely yours. Which one you choose will have a very profound effect on the way you live your life. Uncomfortable conversations. Uncomfortable conversations challenge you, humble you, and they build you. It all makes sense. Most disagreements, they stem from our own insecurities. You are right where you need to be. What it do? What it hot did it do? Good Lord Almighty, episode 282. And hot diggity damn is your boy. Excited to be back with you. Oh, it's true. It is damn true. Okay. Episode 282. Y'all already know what that means. That means for 282 consecutive weeks. It's been me and you. That's right, Boo. You know it to be true. Girl, you know it's true. Girl, you know it's true. Get into my boy band mode. I don't know why I'd be in my boy band mode era right now. My boy beep baby boo boy mid. Man, that was a tough word for me to get out. Did y'all catch that? If you didn't, I pointed it out for you like a big idiot. I'm apparently right there in the moment, I was living in my boy band era right there. When I should be embracing the Christmas season, okay, because it is upon us. And I'll tell you right now, folks, I am recording in the Loud Proud American studio, which today happens to be the kitchen. Okay. Nothing fancy over here. But while I'm recording, right across from me in the living room, I can see the Loud Proud American Liberty Family rotating Christmas tree. That's right. One of the biggest claims to fame that I have over here. And I guess it's that one secret special touch that each family has. Like, hey, what's special about you and your family's Christmas decorations? Someday they're gonna ask Little Paisley that. What do you what does your family do that's special that not every other family does? What do they do for decorating? Well, my daddy, he uh he puts a Christmas tree in a spinner rooney. Yeah, the tree spins around in a circle, like you're at Macy's or something. Mike, first off, my little girl's not gonna sound like um a redneck in the bayou. I don't know. I don't know where that came from. Lord, I apologize. And the words of my wife, she would have said, Lord, I apologize to do with the pygmy goats down in Tennessee. I don't know why she says that, but uh, here we are, folks. My house is beginning to be surrounded by Christmas. We have the rotating Christmas tree. It only has two ornaments on it currently. One of them is Santa Claus and a cowboy hat, and the other one says Merry Christmas, y'all. But that's rather fitting. We have stacks upon stacks of boxes and and uh totes just waiting to be put away. Christmas decorations as far as the eye can see. I'm standing in the corner of a kitchen just trying to make magic happen. To my right, I see the rotating magical Christmas tree. And to my left, I look out the uh double pane door there and I see the falling snow. That's right. I, folks, am coming to you from an absolute snow globe today. The Loud Proud American Snow Globe Studios is where I'm coming to you from today. I'm gonna tell you right now, typically, when these two things happen at the same time, shall I say three, when I'm recording for you and me, and the Christmas tree is rolling and blinking and twinkling, and the snow is falling, I get about as festive as a fat guy can be. The only more festivous, fatimus guy out there is old Snake Nick himself, okay? I usually get all geared up, all jacked up, all jollyed up. Ho, ho, ho. You believe me? But I'm not feeling quite as festive this year, and um, I guess I'll peel back some of that onion with y'all real quick. But um, first reason why I'm not feeling all so festive is I didn't take these snow threats seriously, and I'm not ready for it. We had way too many projects going on, too many things going on. The plow is not on the plow truck, the new plow tires are not on the plow truck. Shit, I ain't even bought them tires yet, but the ones that are on the truck, they ain't gonna get me too far. I didn't even buy diesel for the tractor, okay? I didn't take none of this serious. I said, shoot, we'll just drive over it for a little bit, okay? I live on a dirt road driveway. That baby is too soft. I'm not looking to be out there making little Debbie Swiss rolls, learning how to plow the driveway, okay? I don't need to be doing that. I'm not up for ruining that. But I realized while walking to the mailbox today, taking the new employee out for a little walk, a little whaling, which I mentioned that chaos to y'all last week. While taking Whalen to the uh mailbox, I realized, shoot, you just got a dumpster, you're now on a dumpster rotation. They're gonna be rolling in here on Thursday, and you have a couple people that are supposedly coming off the old marketplace Facebook sales situation, which I've had about 80 people stand me up in a week, so I'm not gonna put too much faith into that. But if I get pounded with snow, I'm gonna be out there figuring it out. So that's in the back of my mind. I didn't stake the driveway, I didn't mark the lanes, I didn't do nothing yet, so I'm not quite ready for that. I didn't even close everything off that should be closed. During the snowstorm, I'm pushing lawnmowers and covering tractors. That's how unprepared and unserious your boy was. I said, you know what? I got more stuff than that to take care of. Old Joe Cupo can put a frickin' cork in it. I had to breathe. Because I got off on a little rant there. So, number one, I guess that's one reason why I'm not feeling as festivous. Number two, I am uh steadfast, focused, bound, and determined to um create as much Christmas sales activity for Loud Proud American for the website, uh, trying to get things going. As you know from listening over the past few weeks, we're not on the road right now uh due to some vehicle situations and um just a lack of events that we could actually get into. So I'm trying to be as creative as I can from home. A lot of you might have tuned in and seen our Black Friday lives, our small business Saturday live, our Cyber Monday live. We're doing everything we can to drum up some business the best that we possibly can. I'm gonna just right now, I'm gonna put a plea out there to the people. Can we break up those things? Like, Black Friday is Black Friday. I always thought Small Business Saturday was a week after Black Friday. Doesn't make sense to me to do them together. All right. The next thing is Cyber Monday, they all shouldn't be in a row. It should be something like Black Friday, weekend off. Everybody's gonna be doing that thing, anyways. Maybe Cyber Monday on that first Monday after Black Friday, but I digress. I think we should go Black Friday. Everybody's hitting the old big box store scenario. They're gonna do craft fairs and such too. Following week should be Small Business Saturday, and then that Monday after should be Cyber Monday. That's gonna do a few things. It's gonna help all of us spread out our marketing, first and foremost. And y'all ain't gonna be getting pounded by all the same stuff, and we're gonna spread deals out all the way through the holiday season. I don't know why this isn't happening. I need to talk to some people and straighten this out, and I decided to talk to you people first because I feel like between all of us, we should be able to figure something out. So there's that. Been dealing with that, and it's weird. I think I'm getting older and I'm feeling more and more like my old man. My dad used to complain about the holidays um leading up to the holidays with all of the stress that he put on himself about like, well, I'm just gonna figure out how I'm gonna afford it. How am I gonna afford, you know, Christmas for the kids and and the wife and paying the mortgage and running the business and all these things? I've heard all that from my dad forever. I've always seen the stress on his face, and I always tried my own little way to help him out. My dad always felt guilty if he couldn't do enough. And now that I'm a dad, I'll be damn it. I tell you what, I'm feeling the exact same way. It gets me feeling a little guilty, and uh it hurts me a little bit that that's um the way I'm feeling. But there's so much uncertainty right now um in the world when it comes to business. I feel like we're on the cusp of a tremendous year. As y'all already know, if you've been listening to the show, Loud Proud American has already had the greatest, the largest, the biggest uh net sale year in our history. I'm extremely proud by our um our success this year. But I've never been broker, I've never been more paralyzed by the business and the debt because of everything else that's going on around us, right? Cost of living, all those things, um, big chances, big risks, all those things coming to fruition and stacking up. And uh I would be out there trying to overcome a bunch of these things if I didn't destroy a friggin' the Low Proud American Express. All these things weigh on you, and then you're like, okay, what do I do? How do I how do I change this? How do I get in front of this? How do we fix this? With those things happening, with all those things swirling inside the snow globe, I'm a little less um festivous this year. So I'm hoping that will clear. Um shortly after recording this, I got a feeling the wife's gonna put the heat on me to get into the Christmas decorating to take care of the scenario in the kitchen or living room here and get ourselves looking festive. My mom's house is already uh the North Pole, and Paisley loves it. And seeing my daughter look at the Christmas tree for the first time, the joy and wonder in her eyes, I truly know the meaning of the season. Like when you see that, you know the meaning of the season. It's right there, it's right there in front of you. Paisley was here last year for Christmas, but she was a newborn, it wasn't the same. She loves staring at the tree, but it was different. This year, to see her run up to the tree and to stand there and to stare at it and try to steal something off of it, it's um it's amazing. I made this uh fence for our Christmas tree a few years ago to keep the puppy off of it at the time, and I gave it to my mom, and it just looks rustic and authentic, and it just covers up the Christmas tree. So Paisley will run to that tree and stand at the fence and hold the fence and just gaze at that tree and just shore awe. And I don't think there's a better feeling than that. Like I'm I've always heard people say, Oh, you know, Christmas is for the kids and this and that, and well, until you have one, you don't really know that. I always thought, well, Christmas can be for everyone, pal. I mean, come on now, and it uh it can and always will be, but just seeing the excitement in her eyes with everything is amazing. And I I think many people probably do the same thing, but I find myself now often looking at her and seeing how she sees the world and be envious of it. Like just being envious of my child, seeing the world and knowing no harm, knowing no evil, seeing only pure good is amazing. And you just think and pray and wonder if somehow, someday, some way, can we get back to that? Will we ever be back to that? Will we ever be as eager to see the world as we once were as children? And as I think about that, I often sit there and think of how disappointing it's gonna be for her to learn the truth about this world when she begins to learn how much evil and so much hate is out there. That's the sad thing. That's the sad thing when you sit there and you go, someday she's gonna figure out that this world isn't as great as she feels it is right now. So it's my job as a parent to keep her feeling the way she is for as long as I possibly can, and to show her as much good as I possibly can. And I guess that's probably where some of the Christmas pressure comes from in the first place. But all those things considered, I'm so tremendously excited to do so many things with my little girl for the first time this year. And speaking of first time, we're gonna get into something that we did for the first time as a family, and something that I did for the first time in shoot, at least 20 years, man. And that is this year at the Thanksgiving table, I sat down and had Thanksgiving dinner side by side with my brother. My wife across from the table, my little baby girl staring at her uncle. If you guys are listening today's show for the very first time, if this is the first show, then you don't know. If you've been here for a day one, get your ones up. I acknowledge you, I appreciate you, and I thank you for being on this 282 consecutive week ride that we are on. And if you've been on this ride, then you know this. And if you're just arriving here, then I'm gonna share a little bit of this. I'm just gonna kind of paint the picture and pave the road for the story to be told. I came from a big family, but oftentimes I felt like an only child. My father had five kids in a previous marriage, my mother had one child in a previous marriage, then they got together and had me. The bulk of the kids from my dad's marriage never really accepted me, and uh most of them resented me. Two years ago, I lost my father. Leading up to that, we learned the true colors about that side of the family and how they really felt about me and all my assumptions that I grew up with, those hunches and notions and feelings that I thought might be true, that I was always told, no, sir, those aren't true. Those people love you, those are your brothers and sisters. Well, they didn't. And uh the ones that did love and care about me, they've already passed on. I lost two brothers, one of them who I was really close to. And the rest of them have disowned us, and um one of them, I've literally he lives across the road from me uh in a tar paper shack camper out in the woods behind my cousin's house, who let's just say they're not even blood related, and the fact that he's disowned me and my family means that technically y'all aren't related at all, but that is what it is. I see that deadbeat piece of garbage all the time, and uh we don't wave, we don't acknowledge, we don't recognize, we just move on like two shifts in the night. That part of my family is gone and over with. My mother's only child without my father. So my mom's child before getting with my dad is my brother Charlie, who is 10 years older than me. And um, we were two peas in a pod, uh, and grew up with him as a role model and as an idol. And as he entered high school, he started smoking weed, and it kind of took him down some um bad paths and directions, and it started as a gateway to him making a lifetime of poor decisions. Some things his fault, not all things his fault, right? But you don't get through life with everybody else making poor decisions and you paying for them. Some of those decisions are 1,000% your doing, and he made a lot of those choices. I watched my brother throw his life away, and he spent and has spent more of his life behind bars than outside of bars. And I had a love-hate relationship because I poured everything into him every time he would go to jail, and I would write to him just about every day, and I would go see him every weekend, and I would talk to him as much as I could, and every time he would come home, he would choose his friends or family over me. And that got to a point of resentment, and oftentimes we would, you know, overcome those things, and then um it would rear its ugly head again, right? We'd come, he'd come out and we'd start having a relationship again, and before you know it, he's going back for something else again. So I dealt with that uh for my whole life, and um my role model, I felt lost his way and began to choose drugs over family and over himself. And here's a little remarkable fun fact for you. I always blamed weed as the gateway to this. I always blamed it as the first tipping point, the first decision that my brother made that took him from me, that took his life away from him. I know that's not the only blame, but that's the way I looked at it, and that's how I justify it as a small child. Now, at age 42, I have never smoked weed in my life because I blame it for contributing to my brother's downfall. With all that said, unfortunately, my brother didn't really get to see his kids grow up. He wasn't around for a lot of those things. I think that I've seen or been a part of a lot more of his kids' lives, unfortunately, than he has throughout the years. And I'm saying all these things that just to put out there that he's made bad choices and poor decisions. But I love my brother. I love him with all my heart. We don't always get along, we don't always see eye to eye. But I spent a great portion of my life looking up to him and wanting to be like him. Like every little boy with a big brother, he was 10 years older than me. He was the star in football, in wrestling, he was charismatic, he was just had a great personality. He he was a heck of an athlete. Everything about him you just wanted to be. And it was heartbreaking all the times that he went away to jail. And as I got older, we grew a little further apart, and you know, I resented him for some of his decision making, but I would always forgive and give the benefit of opportunity because I love my brother, and I've always wanted him to live the life that I know he deserves, and to have the life that he so certainly deserves. And it's not gonna be easy for him to repair and replace and remend and rebuild bridges and relationships, and I'm not gonna speak for him and his, you know, his relationships and and those things that he has to do. I'm not gonna get into any of that, I'm not gonna weigh opinions on um family relationships, whatever they are, whether it's between him and my mother or um his kids or his friends or or other relatives. I'm not here for any of that. I'm just here to say that I hope and pray he has found his way. And there's been a couple of things that have um given me glimmers of hope. And one of those is him asking to go to church with me and Allie. And um, I'm looking forward to that. And for that to have come from him, not from us, I think is tremendous. But that's just me kind of setting the scene a little bit here for you guys. There's episodes on this in the podcast that you can go back to. I've had difficulty with my brother during his times in jail where I felt he was selfish, I felt that he was taking advantage of my mother, I felt he was taking advantage of situations, he wasn't accepting responsibility, he was pushing blame on others, and because of that, I really wasn't ready to forgive. And he still has a lot of work to do for all of us to be um accepting and understanding, but that's part of the process. I'm saying all of this to tell all of you that a few months ago my brother was sent home from prison. Not to us, but to a halfway house. And I guess maybe I've jumped ahead here a little bit because my brother was sentenced to federal prison for a 15-year prison charge. He was charged as a lifelong criminal and a felon in possession of a gun who fired that weapon. Those were part of his charges. He was sentenced to 15 years. He spent a lot of uh that time in Indiana, in Florida, and during that time, during that sentence, and imagine you being away from your family, your children, your mother for 15 years while he was gone. Our grandmother passed, our grandfather passed, two of our brothers passed, and my father passed. All in the time he was gone. Countless friends of his have passed, and also during that time, his children got older, they graduated high school, they started their lives. Also, during that time, I met my wife, and we had our first child. Allie and I have been married for nearly 10 years. This coming year in 2026 will be our 10-year anniversary. We've been together for um almost 13 years, I want to say. With all of that, that means that my wife had never met my brother, just talked over the phone. So a few months ago, he was released from prison. He was put on a plane, and he flew from uh Washington, D.C. to to Portland, Maine. And um, his daughter and my mother went to pick him up, and me and Allie and Paisley ran there to greet him as well as he got off the flight. And we were able to see him, and they were able to meet for the first time. And my little girl has an amazing relationship with my brother via the phone. Every time they would talk, like on the phone, every time he would call, he would talk to her. He calls her peanut butter, he growls at her. And to this day, if you say, Paisley, what does Uncle Charlie say? She will say, and she growls at him. So my brother was um sent to a halfway house. He's been there uh doing his best for the past few months. He uh was working, doing all these things, and um, the day before Thanksgiving, so on Thanksgiving Eve, he was released to us. Thanksgiving Eve at six in the morning. My mother and I are outside the door at the halfway house picking him up, and he came home to us. He's staying with my mom while he gets on his feet, and that was the first time we had all been together in such a long time, and the first time ever for my wife. On the way home, he wanted to stop at Walmart and and buy something for Paisley. He got her a lion because he's always roaring and growling at her. He bought her a little lion and a blanket, and um, we spent a lot of time together on Thanksgiving Eve, and at night we all hung out and listened to music and told stories and learned about some of the things he had to go through, and uh we shared we shared laughs and memories and and uh yeah it was it was crazy, absolutely crazy to sit back and say this is happening, this is this is real and then Thursday. Thanksgiving day It's been crazy because for the longest time, holidays for me, Thanksgiving meals for me was my mother, my father, my brother David, and myself. My brother David died of cancer. I want to say eleven or twelve years ago now, two years ago my father died, cancer being a big portion of that reason. And over the years the dinner table have has evolved from my brother David and my father and my mother and me to my father and my mother and my wife Allie. And now, over the past two years, after my father leaving us, it's been my mother, my wife, and my baby. On Thursday, I sat next to my brother. I'm telling you, I don't recall having a Thanksgiving meal with him in probably 20 years. Allie never having one. The baby sat in her high chair at the head of the table, just staring at my brother the entire time. I never thought this would happen. For so many levels and so many layers, I never thought this would happen. For the longest time, I never thought that I would be a father. It was hard to imagine and hard to envision. I'm still not over the fact that my father's not here for dinner, and I'm sure I'll never be over that. As sad as this might sound I began to condition myself to the feeling I would never have another holiday wee meal with my brother again. Because I had my doubts whether he would ever make it back out of prison. And if he did, if he would ever make it home, and if he ever got home, if he would stay clean and stay straight and achieve and live the life he deserves to live. Now there's a long, long road ahead for my brother. This is just the beginning, and surely we all have our doubts, but I hope and pray that this is it for him. I hope and pray he makes the right choices. I hope and pray he learns to make the right decisions, to take accountability, to take responsibility. I'm telling you. I began to condition myself to the fact I may never see my brother again. Fifteen years is a long time, but above and beyond those fifteen years, it's all the other times, all the other years he spent behind bars. I can't physically tell you how many years he has out of prison versus how many he has in prison. I wondered if my daughter would ever meet her uncle. I wondered if my wife would ever meet her brother-in-law. The fact that it happened is hard to believe. I still can't process it. I don't know if I'm doing the best job painting the picture to help you guys understand, but it's been a long, long road to get here. And I have a lifetime of living in fear, waiting for a call from my brother about my brother. For him to be home. The happiness in my mother to have her two sons at Thanksgiving with her granddaughter and her daughter-in-law. That's all I really cared about. And I'm gonna say this. We've had our love-hate situation, me and my brother, through the years. We've had deep conversations and letters and phone calls. But I'd never wanted our history, my history, to affect anybody else's. I remember being that little boy watching his role model and idol get locked up. I remember being that little boy who on Saturday would drive to the prison with his mother, be escorted in in a van, in a tunnel with all the lights going out, so you didn't know the way in or out, behind the barbed wire, behind all the fences. I remember being that little boy. Waiting in the lobby, surrounded by cement, going through metal detectors, being frisked, sitting at a table with guards watching over you, having visits. I remember being that little boy that used to sit on one side of the putsy glass, talking through a little dingy little drilled hole in the wall, looking through that grimy, scratched up, grungy plastic. Having conversation, my brother. I remember having to hold the corded payphone and to see him on the other side in a jumpsuit on a metal stool with an arm guard standing over him when you're having a conversation. I remember those times as a little boy. I remember losing my role model. I remember my watching my hero be let off in shackles and cuffs. That history for me. What I want more than that is three things. I want my wife to have the brother-in-law that she deserves to have. I want my brother to have a sister that he deserves to have. I want them to have that relationship, I want them to have a connection, I want them to be there for each other. They both deserve every ounce of that. And I want my little girl to have the hero uncle that I had as a brother. But only this time to not be taken from her. I sat at that table on Thanksgiving and I looked in my little girl's eyes, just like she stares at the Christmas tree. She stared at her uncle. With the same joy and the same wonder. I want her to have that hero uncle. I want that for her. And I want to be him to be the hero uncle for him. He deserves that. He deserves to have somebody look up to him. He deserves to have somebody look at him and love him without any prejudgment, without any history. The same way that my little girl looks at the world, like it can do no wrong, like everything can do no harm. She can look at my brother as her uncle that can do no wrong, that can do no harm. There is no past history, there is no life lesson she needs to learn that he's already lived. I want him to be the hero uncle for her, for him. He deserves to have somebody in this family look at him with no judgment. To look at him and see only opportunity. He deserves that and she deserves that. For all of them. Me? I can't even believe we're here. I can't even believe it. I truly don't know how to process it. I truly don't know how to put in actual words as to how I feel. I hope today's episode helps you understand how important doing something for the first time really was for this family. And I always say that I hope that our episodes that our shows have a positive message that echoes and grows. I'm hopeful that today a few things came from this show. Number one if you're the person out there struggling, if you're addicted, if you're making bad decisions because you're more concerned with feeding and fueling your addiction than you are and living the life you deserve, then let this be a wake-up call. Because if you're listening and you're addicted, I want you to start asking yourself, how would it feel to spend the majority of your life behind bars? How would it feel for you to miss out on your life? Your life went on without you. Children grew, parents passed, people moved on. How would you feel living on the sidelines of your own life? Let this be the wake up for you. To the families on the other side of addiction, to the families on the other side of chaos. I hope this is a glimmer of hope for you. That no matter how bleak the odds are, someday, some way, you all could be together again and stronger together. All of us, all of us in this story have lived our lives. We've been hardened by fire, we've been tried by time. We're all different people than my brother was 15 years ago. We're all different people as ourselves 15 years ago. When I think about all that's changed in my life, who I was the day he left to the day he came home, to who he was the day he left, to how my mother was the day he left, to how my wife was. She hadn't even met us yet, to think about all that has happened and all that has changed, and to think about the struggle that we have all lived and the struggle that we all continue to face. Understanding we can do it better and easier together, that creates hope. To all of you listening who are battling and living on the outside of chaos just like we did, I pray for you that someday what happened to us on Thanksgiving can happen to you, that you too can be surprised by having one of your loved ones back by your side. And when you get together, stick together, stay together, be stronger together. I hope that for each and every one of you. And to my brother, who will probably never listen to this, but if he ever does, listen to this. I love you. And I'm always gonna love you. I want the best for you. I want you to finally live the life you deserve. And if you have this up, I'm gonna kick your ass. I swear that our lives should be a movie. You know what? After 282 consecutive episodes, at some point, somehow, someday, some way, there might be enough here to put together, let Hollywood sprinkle a little time and distance on it and make ourselves want a hell of a little Christmas special, okay? That's what I'm hoping for. Thank you to each and every one of you. If this is episode one for you, then thank you, and I welcome you. If this is episode 282 for you, then you already know. I love you. We got a few new cities and states listening to this week. A couple of them popped up on my timeline. Methuen, Massachusetts. Welcome. Alpharetta, Georgia. I don't know if I mentioned that one before or not. I don't think I have. Alpharetta, Georgia, and Barberton, Ohio. O H I O. I appreciate all of y'all. As you already know, please find all things podcast related at WWShare the Struggle Podcast dot com. And you should know. If you're gonna give a gift this year, make it a gift proudly made in the USA. Support your neighbors and your friends. Shop small, buy local, buy American give, the gift of Loud Proud American. WWW Loud Proud American dot shop. Whew, I love y'all. I appreciate you. Thank you. Supporting our American dream. Now go wash fucking hands. The filthy savage. That's it, and that's all, Biggie Smalls. If you're allowed proud American and you find yourself just wanting more, find me on YouTube and Facebook at Loud Proud American on the Facebook, as my mama calls it. If you're a fan of the Graham Crackett, you want to find me on Instagram for all the kids at Tickety Talking on the TikTok, you can find me on both of those at Loud underscore Proud underscore America. 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