after the festival i talked to my step dady about my rich uncle and he said that he worked for a buisness called squidlydoo. he was kinda like the bos but he was lower. he was in the big leagues. we only see him on holidays. and then i tried to talk to mom again about the homeless man. i told her he relly looked like our grandpa but then i looked up at her lardy face and she was shoving 38pretzels