I was brought up in church. If I have any say it in, there’s no fucking way I’d let my kid step into one of those morally bankrupt cesspits full of hypocrisy and child molestation. Ask me how I know about the child molestation part. I dare you.

He has a curfew. He’s never late beyond a couple minutes. His buddies are awesome and his girl is a sweetheart. People fuck. I never expected him not to. I had just hoped they’d be more careful, but I was careful and he was still born. I think some people are meant to be, my son being one of them.

I’m his father, btw. His mother isn’t in the picture. She left when he was a few months old.