He was very much a scummy bastard. Well, it taught me to be afraid of people, to not trust them. And I didn't for a while. But then someone here taught me better. My foster Dad did a lot better by me than Ed Peletier would have ever. I'm sorry you didn't get to meet a Mitchell when you needed one.
I'm not old enough to drink yet, but otherwise I'd offer to have a drink with you, but at midnight between the tenth and the eleventh next year I will. But I could make you a boozy cupcake?