I can remember being four years old and it was just part of my routine hi that’s a hard question because I feel like what memory of my childhood was mr. pickles not apartment everyone has a little tune in their heart and if you listen closely it always finds a way out he was always my North Star during those days of just slamming apple juice and not knowing how to read when I think of mr. pickles I can feel the shag carpeting of my parents living room under my feet mr. pickles man he was like my eye of the tiger mornings with mr. pickles I would start every day watching the kindest man in the world and eating a bowl of cereal that was just entirely void of any nutritional value there’s a profoundness to it there’s a universality and we shared that let’s take a trip to pickle barrel Falls yeah I get kind of like site just thinking about him hopping into that barrel that parachuting down a waterfall and the craziest part was his hair never moved you can feel was a good way for me to back down from wanting to stop Brendan Driscoll II for stealing my pogs in second grade and then like 20 years later he was my waiter at PF Changs and neither of a set of word about the pods and then I gave him a huge tip because I’m a generous and forgiving person of course oh wait all to mr. pickles I get to school and we started to say our numbers and everyone else in my class said the numbers in the exact same voice a 1 a 2 a 3 I mean it just they just hit me we were all learning from mr. pickles we still watch mr. pickles to you at the bottom [Music] [Music]