Bradley

My brother was married. One day he came home, found out she was cheating.

Doin' the serious with another man.

Football. Wrecked them both playing college football. Man, it was my life. Football, what else was there? Not jack shit. Homecoming, right? That son of a bitch threw a perfect spiral, and I caught it... boom. Right out of the sky. I had the moment. When that safety hit me, and I felt my knees pop, I knew that was it. Game over. Forget it. I was dead. My life was over, Hank. Now ask me if I mind having bad knees.

No. No way. It was a test. I had to find a life. The therapist that helped me walk again? He was so cool. I thought, "That's what I want to do." When I told some of my buddies, they laughed right in my face. Called me a nurse. Bought me white dresses and shit. But check it out. You're walking. You're talking. You're sitting here drinking some pretty expensive damn beer. I had something to do with that. If it weren't for my knees, I'd never have met you. So, no, I don't mind having bad knees, no. Let me tell you something, Hank. Don't listen to nobody trying to tell you who you are. It might take a while, but you'll figure yourself out.

You can have anything you want and you want crackers? GET THIS MAN SOME RITZ CRACKERS!