My father was a very arrogant and proud man. He looked like Dean Martin, spent money like it was pouring out of his ears, had very powerful friends (typical Italian) and defended his family’s honor in the most public way whenever possible. He was an excellent provider, but a terrible role model. He taught me it was okay to juggle women, to lie and cheat if necessary. He told me to make sure I never get suckered in to having a joint checking account with a woman, never marry unless I have a prenup, and always stick up for anyone who tries to hurt my family. He was all over the place, that man. Sometimes I think I might end up just like him.

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