No matter what, Kyle can’t get you on the same page. You won’t get rid of it and you won’t give it up.

He thought he raised you better. He thought he raised you to make the smart choice, the only choice, to break the generational cycle. But no, he’s a grandad at 32.

“I swear, if I started building walls today and didn’t stop for the next ten years, there still wouldn’t be enough of them to fucking put you through!” Kyle shouts at you, his voice undulating through the kitchen.