Because you skipped your job interview today, dad.

Lucky for you, I covered.

I told your P.O. You twisted your ankle on our jog.

Got him to reschedule it for tomorrow.

Nate, I went to the damn interview, okay?

I walked into that waiting room in my suit and tie, and I realized I was there to beg for a janitor's job...

along with half a dozen other ex-cons who probably don't have a high school education.

Do you know how that makes me feel?

Not good, I'm guessing.

I mean here to reignite some old business connections, to remind people that before everything that went down, I used to be good at what I did.