“So Father’s Day was last Sunday and none of you jerks even told me?! Thanks assholes. Not that I could’ve gone to see mine or anything. I’m sure every guard in Baltimare knows my face and address, but it would’ve been nice to send him a letter with some cash.
Anyway, this was taken before my first tattoo, so… maybe four years back? As you can see, my pops is a fuckin’ stud. He’s also a world class snuggler. He was a pirate for most of his life ‘till my big brothers came along. He used to tell me he didn’t wanna raise a third kid, especially not a daughter, but he changed his tune when I popped out looking like the spitting image of him. Obviously I’m his favorite.”