Does he go to work in the morning, and deal with constant pressures on his head?
I think a grown-*** man kicks his kids out when they're not acting correct.
I think he cries when they sleep in places that aren't home, and scrounge pennies from their pockets to get some Micky D's.
A grown-*** man loves his life because this is the only one he has no matter how bad.
When he goes to work he listens to jazz because the trumpets remind of him of his baby's gurgles and that child going hungry isn't an option.
His wife and him fight because he thinks she's not raising the kids right, when she really is, but he's really got fear in his heart, the good kind, the kind that makes him compassionate when he kisses his baby daughter's lips before the sun has come up.
When I think of a grown-*** man I think of my father, even when he's ****** up to the nth degree and I can say I love him because he is the tree and he has carefully tended my plot of earth even when he dealt with a dearth of love.