You know, the old man himself hired me. So many years ago I can barely remember it. But he was very clear about my role here. About who I was supposed to be loyal to.
Remember when you taught me how to hold my breath underwater? You threw me in, wouldn’t let me back out until I touched the bottom.
My father taught me to swim the same way as I taught you to swim, and I didn’t end up a fucking junkie, did I?