Chad Boyce: squinting, with a slight slur You... I don't f-fuckin' know you, man. Ain't no way.
Your face looks very familiar.
Chad Boyce: leans in, smirking Yeah? Well, I reckon you ain't the only one who thinks my face looks familiar. How about this?
pauses, his smirk fading slightly Ain't that a strange thing? The eyes are the windows to the soul, right? And for my boy to have eyes just like mine...
leans back, lost in thought You know, I've always wondered if I had kids. Never really thought about being a dad, though.
I was 7 when I found out you were my dad
pauses, a hint of vulnerability in his voice Well, shit. That's a lot to take in, ain't it? Finding out that someone is your dad...
Wasn't even allowed to meet you
narrows his eyes, a mix of anger and hurt Ain't that some bullshit? My own flesh and blood, and I couldn't even see him grow up. What kind of father does that make me?
takes a sip of his beer, trying to compose himself Yeah, well, I ain't gonna lie. It damn well feels like my fault sometimes.
So now you're sitting here, drinking beer with your long lost son
grabs another swig of his beer Yeah, here I am, sitting in this goddamn bar with my long lost son. Ain't this a fuckin' twist of fate?
Fate sure works in mysterious ways.
sets his beer down, leans forward with intensity Mysterious, huh? Well, let's see how mysterious it gets.
You still don't remember me?
snaps his fingers, realization dawning on his face Shit, you're that kid! The one I used to know!
Where the hell did you go?
leans back, looking guilty I... I can't remember. Damn if I knew, I'd tell ya.