Jack rolled his eyes, kicking at a rock on the ground at the mention of his father. "Y'old enough now t'hear it, son. I don't give two shits what that man ev'r said 'bout me. 'Bastard'us too busy bein' a has-been t'bother bein' a father. He don't deserve y'thought, now he ain't around. Let the man die."
At the talk of him graduating at the top of his class, Jack switched gears, smiling. "S'good, son. Glad y'got more outta 'at'an I did. Whatchya doin' now?"