"The old man knew better than to leave scars. 'Guess that made me lucky, in a way. Bruises and cuts get shoved away as 'roughhousing' or some other bullshit story. Living in a marine barracks at 16, most people were amazed I only got as fucked up as I did. Left the life a year later, went to school, didn't go back. Kept to myself, mostly, in college, took a bunch of shit jobs to pay off the loans. I adamently ignored it and eventually convinced myself it didn't matter. Shit like that happens all the time."
He paused there, taking a drink to regroup. "So I got a shit-poor attitude- it's because I'm some sort of savant asshole. I'm a womanizer because I liked to party in college. People make their own assumptions about everybody- I've had enough people try to head-shrink me to know they don't get it," Apparently, he felt Jack did, though, with how he was talking.