I tried to empathize with you Kevin, I really have. I've held my tongue as your rich, spoiled-ass got sent to this Four Seasons for almost killing my daughter when most anybody else would have got sent to jail. I've held my tongue while you've whined about your childhood, a childhood, which I was there for, by the way, which I bore witness too. Your football tosses on the front lawn with dad, your tummy rubs from mom when you had a fever. See, Barbara may not have been there but I was there, so don't you dare try to pull that same lame ass piece of wool over my eyes bro, okay?

Randall