For most of my family, and those who knew the two of us well, the question of me being my father’s son has been settled for a very very long time. I’ve tried to never let it influence me overly much. I’ve actually tried to largely ignore it, but today I just added a spare pipe and a small jar of tobacco to my new messenger bag. That way I’ll always have one handy. Which I guess really settled it for me too. I am my father’s son.
I just thank god I’ve been blessed with better fashion sense.