He stepped closer, squaring up to me. “What do you think Coach Williams will think about your past? Or your reputation, for that matter? You weren’t just a fucked up kid, were you? You’re a fucked up man now, and people like you and me don’t change. He won’t want you around his team, or in his town… near his daughter… Bad things happen to good, innocent folks who take in bad eggs like you—” He hadn't finished talking before my fragile patience snapped. I grabbed him, hauling his heavy, alcohol-bloated frame to my chest.
