⣿⣿⣿⣿⣇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠉⠛⠻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣦⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀ ⣤⣄⡀⠀⢻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠸⣿⣿⣿⠃⢰⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⢀⣼⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡆⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢶⣶⣶⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣧⠀⢠⡀⠐⠀⠀ ⠀⠻⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡄⢸⣷⡄⠀⠣⣄⡀⠀⠉⠛⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣇⠀⣿⣿⣦⠀ ⠹⣿⣷⣶⣦⣼⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣼⣿⣿⣿⣷⣄⣸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿ ⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⡿⢛⡙⢻⠛⣉⢻⣉⢈⣹⣿⣿⠟⣉⢻⡏⢛⠙⣉⢻⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣇⠻⠃⣾⠸⠟⣸⣿⠈⣿⣿⣿⡀ ⠴⠞⡇⣾⡄⣿⠘⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣟⠛⣃⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿

⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀⠈⠙⠻⢿⣿⣿⢟⡻⠿⠿⠟⠛⠛⢙⣿⣿
⣿⣿⡿⠛⠻⣿⣿⡇⠀⠀⣠⣶⣿⣿⡽⣷⢟⣷⣦⣀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿
⡿⠃⠀⠀⣴⣿⣿⡇⢠⣾⣟⣵⡿⣫⢞⣵⡿⣹⡸⣿⢧⠀⣿⣿⣿
⠁⠀⢀⣾⣿⣿⡿⢠⣿⠛⣼⠟⡜⡋⡾⢫⢦⢣⣷⢘⣺⡇⣿⣿⣿
⠀⠀⣾⣿⣿⣯⡇⠈⢛⠙⠰⠠⠐⠟⣵⠏⣴⣛⣿⡖⢿⠧⣿⣿⣿
⠀⠀⠸⣿⣿⣿⠃⠀⠘⡴⢃⠇⣰⣃⢀⠂⣖⠂⡄⢡⠈⠃⣿⣿⣿
⣧⡀⠀⠙⠻⡓⠁⡐⢀⢐⢬⣤⣥⣌⣘⣐⣁⣀⠣⠜⢠⢣⢸⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣦⣄⠀⠃⣧⡣⢃⠈⠳⢿⡟⢛⡛⣻⣿⡿⠂⠊⡀⠘⢇⢻⣿
⣿⣿⣿⡟⣵⣝⣊⠧⠮⠅⡀⠙⠳⢭⡧⠟⠋⢁⡢⠚⣱⠃⢊⡾⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣻⡿⣿⢿⡵⡏⣌⠈⡦⣀⣠⡴⡋⡈⣿⣼⣫⢾⣤⣮⢿
⣿⣿⣿⣇⣷⣟⣽⢯⡻⢹⡥⠶⢉⣛⣛⡄⢸⣧⢿⣥⣕⣋⣺⡽⣼
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣾⣿⣿⣶⣿⣿⣿⣿⣾⣿⣿⣶⣿⣿⣿⣾⣿

I caught my ♥♥♥♥ in a 3rd story window.

During the gulf war of the 90s I was terribly afraid that Saddam Hussein was going to come to the Bay Area and kill me. I brought it up with my parents and teachers constantly. The adults took this fear seriously at first, giving me extra attention and assuring me I had nothing to worry about, but eventually they'd just roll their eyes and tell me to just stop mentioning it. When I heard news reports of a massive fire in Oakland I told my dad that I thought it had been started by Sadam Hussein. My dad brought me into the garage and beat me with a set of jumper cables for about 20 minutes and told me to never mention Sadam Hussein's name again, which I didn't until several years later.
anyway yeah hes pretty cool