My condolences :/ When I left home, I couldn't take everything with me; and when I asked my pops to mail me mine, he said he was going to... Three years later I find out he hocked the thing and now I've gotta come out of pocket to figure out how i'mma replace a custom fckin one-of-one. Mix that with the way he looked me in the face and told me I 'must've been doing something to deserve' a cop waylaying me with their gun drawn like six months after, and I haven't talked to that fucker in near a decade