Which Reminds Me

Yes, it is a bit awkward having some horribly drunken vintage Italians on the Bay pretending to be related to us, and now having learned a bit more about their "Magazine" language, one can easily see how the slightest word and/or phrase could probably set them off into some bizarre tizzy, and the next thing one knows, one is thrown to the wolves or dogs, and there is no help, not even having any idea of what was the problem or else why I should care about that. I am leaving and this won't be my problem later. I will just be gone.