You were right.
About what?
About me and dad. I’m sorry that the last time I was with him I tried to pick a fight. I’m sorry that I spent most of my life angry at him. I mean, for all I know he died thinking that I hate him. So you’re right. What I’m doing right now, it’s too little, too late … I miss him, man. And I feel guilty as hell. And I’m not all right, not at all … But neither are you. That much I know.