Well, here’s to his health, man. See how he hardly stands? And if it weren’t for the shine in his shoes, how would he walk over you? How should he understand when there is no plan? He has no plan. I’m so sorry son. A fatherless father’s memory’s a ton. (You that you’d shut it down). If you stay the same, it’s yourself you have to blame. There’s a line. And if you cross that line, if you walk that path, you will make some turns where there’s no return.
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