So at random today, I get a call from somebody I barely know, the guy is in bad need of help for some good old fashioned labor to help him move all of his shit into an apartment, because him and his wife are spliting up. No problem whatever, I spend about 7 hours moving some heavy shit because we call it quits. This guys parents are staying at his other place though because their house burned down. I talk to them for awhile, and they inform me, their oldest son, put on a concert for them to house money in regards to the burnt down house. Apparently in a band known as Unwritten Law. I dont scoff though, I smile politely and humor them. When I get home, I look the guy up, Steve Russo, and yep, his parents house burned down the week earlier. Holy Fuck, very nice, that old saying about being nice to everyone, makes sense.