A couple months ago I called the dude a racist. Semi jokingly but in all seriousness just the same. He responded but it didn't turn into a big thing. I almost responded to the response but figured it best left be and leaving his words final because at the end of the day, midnight knows how I feel about him as a person. And he knows we're cool. And I know we're cool. Absent of the same rapport though, and to a dude in his 80s, that shit probably sounded raw as fuck. You know I like both of you motherfuckers so I'm like, "Can't we all just get along." He and I started off talking shit in the beginning but it mellowed out quickly. I don't know why he tried to jump in and clown you. I realize he hung a fastball out there and it would've been hard not to take that one yard.