i guess this is nothing to blog about...

so today mom and dad are talking. and my dad says that a court in some village in the outskirts of Iran convicted a man for robbery. and the man's punishment was to get four of his fingers cut off. and the judge made them do it right in the courtroom. then they found some other stuff on him and so i guess they took him in...(there,..when they take you in..you're dead..so that's that) and i didn't know why my dad cared sooooo damn much, considering the tons of stuff he's seen. and then he says they were in the army together. i don't know why i went and got his old album and made him look for him. i just don't know why. rubbing salts in a wound that was done with a long time ago.