[ Jack was lucky in that he feels his intentions and wishes have always been very clear. His desire to be good and do good, to make others proud and to encourage them to like him, his motivations are simple and direct. He doesn't have to question himself as much as someone who has much more life experience and isn't certain of what led them to one thing or another. Jack knows why he did things and why he failed over and over. He didn't when he was at his youngest, wondering why he hurt people and couldn't seem to get it right, but at the same time, his wants were known. They just didn't seem doable in the end.

He couldn't be perfect. He thinks he is wired to fail. He'll never be human enough or good enough. And he lives with that now. He cannot get drunk so he takes a bit of the vodka. He makes the same face he did with the bartender's wrong drink, but holds onto it anyway. This is one of those bonding moments, he thinks, where he can have a drink with his father being more honest about himself, and they can bond in a new way. That's his naive hope at least. ]

I've felt the same way all of my life. [ All threeish years of it. ] I tried really hard to be worthy. I think trying to do good has to count for something. What else can we do, if we're forced to live?