Thank you. Thank you for being who you are. Thank you for doing what you did. Partying, drinking and taking drugs with your son is one thing, but this took it to a whole new level. Blocking off a residential street so your drunk son could drag race in a high performance car? Brilliant! So soon after we lost Paul Walker in a fiery car accident? Genius! Thank you, thank you, thank you! And what’s the harm, right? No one got hurt. No one died…yet.
Because of you, the rest of us dads, those of us who struggle every day, wondering if we are doing a decent job by our kids, can look at each other and nod. We can take heart, knowing that we are trying to be parents, not friends, to our kids. We can find comfort in knowing, “at least we’re not that guy.”
So thank you, Jeremy. Thank you.