I learned to play the guitar growing up as a young rapscallion in Mississippi. But things didn't really take off until I moved to Memphis. There I met the Colonel and the hits just kept coming. Unfortunately, the fame went to my head, I gained a lot of weight, started wearing a white jumpsuit, and ate tranquilizers like they were trail mix. Then, in 1977, I died on the toilet.
Or did I?
I also develop Tesseract UI for Lemmy/Sublinks

Nothing. We're a country of ~350 million diverse people who believe lots of different things. And this question seems in very bad faith from a 21 minute old account.