All is well my brother from south of the border. When I was a child we were poor folks. No white privilege around my home. LOL. My mom would take us shopping at the TWL. It was a store like today's Dirt Cheep. All of the rich kids picked on us for shopping there. It was nicked named Take What's Left. I guess what I am trying to say is, if he has the stones to tell me where to meet, I will call you and you can go with me. But you may just have to TWL. I have lots of pent up frustration to discuss with the boy.