#mcsokasedit

This man standing here is a far cry from the miserable whelp I laid eyes on all those years ago. Sunny was found naked and shivering down by the rabbit river. No parents, no past, no name. I figured if the badlands hadn't killed him, there must be a strength inside him, so I took him in, forged him into the man you see today. Maybe the boy who will follow in his footsteps is in this room. Is it you? Or you? Or you? Now, I ask, do you want to be part of my family? Yes, sir. Do you want the best of everything? Yes, baron. Do you want to kill in my name? Yes, baron.

When I came to the U.S. I met people who were very specific and individualistic, contrary to the stereotype I had encountered; warm human beings interested in things beyond themselves.