(So how does freedom taste?)<br/><br/>Matt nodded his head, "Yep sure thing, ain't no big deal. At least your car was built by a man with two nuts and half a brain, where as the piece of shit my brother decides to dig out from some sort of commie for cheap oil prices has got me blowing shoulders out for the chi-" Kryner interupted before he proceeded his rather obscene remarks about people from a different country.<br/>"Thanks again Dad, truly we appreciate it. So the wedding on the tenth, will you show up down at mom's folk's place." Matt paused after another long drag that topped off his cigarette before exhaling.<br/>"Yeah boy, of course I'll be there." Flicking the cigarette bud into an empty bottle he looked at them both for a hot second not saying much a word as he stroked the silver streak in his beard.<br/>"You trimmed, what's the occasion?" Kryner remarked noting his father's slightly groomed beard to keep it from wild man stages.<br/><br/>"Your mother. Synder decided to pay a visit with a phone call ahead of time. Something about being a grandmother, I mean guess she's right but did you tell her?" Kryner shook his head,<br/>"No haven't seen mom since last winter during that red moon dance or whatnot ever to celebrate the eclipse." He grunted,<br/>"The pagan, anyway. Here. She dropped this off yesterday when she swung by." Reaching into a box he handed Kryner two itty bitty shoes.