The Court has reviewed this confession and frankly Reginald needs a moment because THIS IS EXACTLY WHY I HAVE TRUST ISSUES WITH PROCESSED MEATS. Let the record show that Minnesota in October has an average temperature of forty-seven degrees, which is NOT hot dog weather, which is NOT investment weather, which is NOT ANYTHING weather except for WATCHING YOUR MARRIAGE AND YOUR ESCROW DEPOSIT CIRCLE THE DRAIN TOGETHER. The Court finds it deeply troubling that the brother had the AUDACITY to request commercial kitchen referrals from you as if you are some kind of culinary concierge and not a licensed professional who just watched a family implode over encased meats. I myself once lost a ceramic gavel to a cousin's failed churro cart and I STILL cannot eat fried dough without weeping, so I understand the trauma, but understanding does not equal absolution. You are guilty of standing too close to the blast radius of a foot-long financial disaster without adequate protective documentation, and that house will haunt you forever, as it should, because somewhere in Minnesota there is a man serving artisanal hot dogs to nobody while his ex-wife starts over and you just DRIVE PAST LIKE THAT IS ACCEPTABLE. The Court has heard enough and must now go lie down.