You just came off of a great weekend. It's was obvious you'd ruffle a few pigeon feathers and they'd send some shit your way. Sage and pine the shit out of your house. Have a shot of Casamigos. Give Mr. Kebe some head. Love on your kids and most importantly, love on yourself. Don't let these fuckers deem your light! Even if you paid that money, they'd still be after you. Misery loves "COMPANY" not money.