So, without telling anyone, Dave Grohl brought his giant smoker and cooked/fed barbecue and sides for 500 folks at Hope Mission in L.A. during the storms. Paid for it all. Worked 16 hours. So, when the aliens get here and ask “who’s in charge?”, I think we take them to Dave Grohl.
I think it’s so beautiful learning what someone smells like and memorizing it. Even if its not a lover, it could be a family member. I love when I’m in the store and someone smells like my dad. It brings me genuine happiness.