I make it a point to at least try to call my old man on a weekly basis. I get a couple of days off a week, and I don’t really have anybody with which to spend them anymore, so I have plenty of opportunity.
Inevitably, he’s been spending some time with Gentleman Jack by the time I call. He brought up this gem last night (he mentions this one on occasion, but this is the first time that I’ve felt that he might be spot on):
“I did my absolute best to raise you to be a nasty fucking piece of work, and I’m most proud of my resounding success.”