My powers of influence are so meager in this sublunar world of ours, I try to limit the people I can disappoint. And I make sure to know the difference between my obligations and somebody else’s.
Key on my eyes, dip****. See if I’m whistling Dixie. If they don’t give you life, I will have every inch of your flesh removed with a cheese grater starting with your prick. I’ll cut off your nose and your lips. Your nuts, too. And I’ll make sure you live. Hell, they give you life, I might do it anyway.
A turn here, a turn there, and it goes on for years. Becomes something else. I’m sorry, you know, for the man I became, the father I was. I hope you got the strength to learn from that. And I hope you got no doubts how much I loved you, son. And you’re better than me. If I had been stronger, I would have been more like you. Hell, son, if everyone was stronger, they’d be more like you.