I see that look in your eye, brother.
Like you think I should be preserved in a jar
and my DNA should be saved and used
to create a new John W McEwers.
One that might get it right.
I've seen that look before, brother. And she was wrong too.
I can be trusted only to disappoint.
My son is in jail.
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