Father to son, he looked him straight in the eyes.
"Kid," he said, "I'm tryin' to tell ya' something. It's an angry world out there. You're gonna' see things you don't wanna' look at. But kid, I'm tellin ya' you gotta' look. You gotta' look right into the heart of darkness so you'll know what it means to be a man. You hear me? Hey kid, look at me when I'm talkin' to ya. You're gonna' need to wear your balls on your sleeve, kid. You need to stand up as a man and be counted. Don't be one of these pill pushers and don't be one of them lost 'nobodys' running in the street thinking your spray paint tag means you were here. I'm tellin' ya kid, wear your pants around your waist and tighten your up belt. You know what happens to them ghetto kids and them white suburban kids that keep their pants down around below their ass so's their underwear shows? They tie their legs up so they can't walk right. They trip and fall. And kid, I'm tellin' you this as a metaphor. A metaphor. Keep the needles outta' yer arm--and what that means is--don't see the world through a 'stupid' filter. You get me? You get me, kid? This here is the learnin' I got from being there, so I know what I'm talkin' about. And one more thing, kid. Go out there and find you a sweet old girl. Don't be with no hookers and skanks, pick a girl that knows a thing or two. Pick a girl that's loyal. Get a girl with a little money in her pocket so's you don't have to worry so much. It's not true what they say about women marrying rich. That's always a divorce waiting to happen, or a murder. No, kid. Get a rich old gal and give her as much love as you can. Even if yer' banging some schoolgirl on the side, just don't let her know about it or you'll fuck everything up. Get me, kid? So the lesson I'm giving you here is this: What's important is what people believe, not the truth. And there ain't no Heaven but pray anyway, every day. It'll give you a good feeling. It'll keep ya' humble. Kid? Are you getting this through your skull?"
The kid looked uncomfortable and began to cry, shrill and like an animal.
"Aw kid, don't cry. Did you make a poop? Did you poopie? Okay, kid. Okay. We'll take a break and I'll get that diaper changed. You know if your mom hadn't a been such a bitch and walked, she'd be doing this for ya." He peeled back the diaper and began to wipe."
"Jesus Christ, what a mess."
"Kid," he said, "I'm tryin' to tell ya' something. It's an angry world out there. You're gonna' see things you don't wanna' look at. But kid, I'm tellin ya' you gotta' look. You gotta' look right into the heart of darkness so you'll know what it means to be a man. You hear me? Hey kid, look at me when I'm talkin' to ya. You're gonna' need to wear your balls on your sleeve, kid. You need to stand up as a man and be counted. Don't be one of these pill pushers and don't be one of them lost 'nobodys' running in the street thinking your spray paint tag means you were here. I'm tellin' ya kid, wear your pants around your waist and tighten your up belt. You know what happens to them ghetto kids and them white suburban kids that keep their pants down around below their ass so's their underwear shows? They tie their legs up so they can't walk right. They trip and fall. And kid, I'm tellin' you this as a metaphor. A metaphor. Keep the needles outta' yer arm--and what that means is--don't see the world through a 'stupid' filter. You get me? You get me, kid? This here is the learnin' I got from being there, so I know what I'm talkin' about. And one more thing, kid. Go out there and find you a sweet old girl. Don't be with no hookers and skanks, pick a girl that knows a thing or two. Pick a girl that's loyal. Get a girl with a little money in her pocket so's you don't have to worry so much. It's not true what they say about women marrying rich. That's always a divorce waiting to happen, or a murder. No, kid. Get a rich old gal and give her as much love as you can. Even if yer' banging some schoolgirl on the side, just don't let her know about it or you'll fuck everything up. Get me, kid? So the lesson I'm giving you here is this: What's important is what people believe, not the truth. And there ain't no Heaven but pray anyway, every day. It'll give you a good feeling. It'll keep ya' humble. Kid? Are you getting this through your skull?"
The kid looked uncomfortable and began to cry, shrill and like an animal.
"Aw kid, don't cry. Did you make a poop? Did you poopie? Okay, kid. Okay. We'll take a break and I'll get that diaper changed. You know if your mom hadn't a been such a bitch and walked, she'd be doing this for ya." He peeled back the diaper and began to wipe."
"Jesus Christ, what a mess."
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