Humble beginnings gave me sloppy seconds initially until I fought for mine. Put my life on the line to put food on the table for you. The **** end of the stick had us wishing for the silver spoon but it was tougher to squash the beef with it cause when I had enough to keep me comfortable in the past, I was more greedy but ended up broke as dirt and couldn't even afford plastic forks and knives. What's a father to do when he can't enjoy his meal? I had to make forks from clay and learn pottery, at least now I'm very good at working with my hands so still I ask for no handouts. Hand me that W.