David Selling His Home

I'll be— I'll be somewhere. I don't care if it's a motel or hotel. There needs to be a safer place than continuing to live here because people are coming to the door and it's getting so bad. And the worst is like today we were driving up and there were these kids in the car like 3 different cars full of kids, right? And, and I pull up and like, they all look at me. They're all so happy. They're like, Dave. And I'm like, I'm never like mean because it's just, you know, you're so nice, right? There's no point. But, but, but they can just see how disappointed I am in my face. And like, they go from like, Dave, I'm sorry, man. Listen, we're from Oregon. Just one picture. And everyone goes quiet in the car. Like everybody's like, oh, like right before. And then we pull up and then they're like, oh. And then only one person talks, like the guy who was like who, you know, they decided before was going to talk in case they got into that situation. Right. And then, you know, it's usually the dad. And the dad's like, listen, I'm sorry. No, we're not supposed to be here. Kids want a picture. It's so— it's so awkward. Closed. So yeah, I'm putting this up for sale. Do you want it?