[Oh yeah, stellar job. He picks up the pace again too, mood soured as he limps along.]
I didn't say it was fatherhood and raising-- I've barely done any of it! And I'm not giving Ernesto an excuse! If he shows up here I'm going to gut him. But I'm not giving myself an excuse either.
You think it's as simple as there just being a bad guy and that I shouldn't worry from there. If I had nothing to do with it, then how was he even my friend to begin with? How did I miss every single sign that something was wrong? I talked Imelda into things, and I talked myself into it, because I wanted the music, and whenever something was not quite right with him I looked away. This was not some one-time thing, Cliff. I screwed up. A lot. Even after I should have learned my lesson.
[He shakes his head.]
Have you considered that, maybe, the thought of trying to play these days after everything makes me miserable? Is that reason enough not to?
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I didn't say it was fatherhood and raising-- I've barely done any of it! And I'm not giving Ernesto an excuse! If he shows up here I'm going to gut him. But I'm not giving myself an excuse either.
You think it's as simple as there just being a bad guy and that I shouldn't worry from there. If I had nothing to do with it, then how was he even my friend to begin with? How did I miss every single sign that something was wrong? I talked Imelda into things, and I talked myself into it, because I wanted the music, and whenever something was not quite right with him I looked away. This was not some one-time thing, Cliff. I screwed up. A lot. Even after I should have learned my lesson.
[He shakes his head.]
Have you considered that, maybe, the thought of trying to play these days after everything makes me miserable? Is that reason enough not to?