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This is my boy Clay. No not those Clay pots you buy at Pier One. His name really is Clay. (My wife named him not me) I wish he could sell his pottery to Pier One or Pottery Barn, or even Wall-Mart. That way he's stop depending on me and his mother. We already have a second mortgage from his little MFA in pottery. But I'm just his step father so what do I know. He wasn't that great at math and sometimes I think he looks like a girl, but hey, I tried being a good Dad. Me and his mother used to buy him a lot of Plato when he was little. Now look at him. Looks like a lesbian from Tacoma Washington or something. I'm his step dad so I can say things like that. It's my job to be critical. It's good for him. Maybe it'll get him to finally sell some of his little coffee mugs. Anyhow..next slide Leon..next slide. Where's that picture of me and the wife in Branson after that Biker rally?