"No, look," Big Anthony said, "I tried this husband and father thing before and I fuckin' hated it. Being old and doing it again, it is worse than last time. I don't want to work 7 to 5. I don't want to do fucking bullshit kids birthday parties. I want to get drunk and be fucking happy for some goddamn portion of my life."

"I am sorry you aren't happy," I shot back. I mean I cannot, even now, pretend like any of this came out of nowhere. I might not have realized that day how close to the surface all of this was. How close to disaster. But I...