"Hey, watch it pal, that's my son you're talking about." Jack knew it was groan worthy, something a television Dad, like Danny Tanner, would say. He sighed softly. "You're not a fuck up, we've all done things that we aren't proud of. And you just happen to have the largest load of shit dumped on you than the average human being. I just had anger issues... well" he pulled a face as he stretched the word out. "That's not totally true, I don't think I've ever had it as strong as you do, but I drank to block that stuff out too. Until you were three. I still hadn't stopped then though. I lightened up, it wasn't until a few weeks before George Hatfield that I actually quit." Maybe it hadn't been that long.
"Did Al ever tell you and Wendy what happened?" Jack rubbed his forefinger and thumb over the corners of his mouth.