He drove a Porsche, but he wouldn't make his child support payments.
I pointed that out to him once. He laughed his defensive, sardonic, dismissive laugh, saying, "I have to drive that car. The guys I sell to won't respect me if I don't."
There's a picture of us together. I'm wearing my green, gray and white football helmet, holding a toy tommy gun he'd given me for xmas. Tree with tinsel behind us. He's squatting, to be my height, looking into the camera. He looks... Proud.