I tried to teach my son a lesson today. He will have to work with assholes like me. Some guy walking around in pain, a Percocet or two in his system, all hopped up on coffee. Looking forward to quitting time and beers before bed. A hard ass with a shovel and a string of cuss words.
The lesson: these are the fuckers you should step wide around. Their jokes are the funniest, but mean. Composed after too many missed chances, bad luck, regret and not-so-quiet despair.
Sometimes a negative example is more powerful than a positive one. I guess it depends on the cards dealt and where you stand in life.
He is smart. The hand I hold only looks high because you can’t see the other cards.
The alternative is grim – I hope he sees that.