I say: I feel more sorry for the families living in shanty houses where five or six people live in one shack 3x6m, instead of some people who live in low income housing in Saint John.

He says: Fuck that, I believe in Canada for Canada's sake.

Fine you self-centered, egotistical, self-righteous bastard. How would you feel if you hadn't been fortunate enough to be born into a upper-middle class Western-World family. Where your parents fed you, over fed you, all your life. Where you have more clothes than than some African village would have combined. Where you feel you have the right to say "I like my skater sneakers, except for that fucking yellow tab on the back of them." I am so glad you feel like you have the right and ability to complain about your footwear and their "yellow tab". I am so glad you don't feel the need to be grateful and have the slightest bit of modesty or dignity.

I am so glad your mommy and daddy let you total a car.
I am so glad mommy and daddy let you almost total a second one.
Maybe that one doesn't count.
You were so drunk you don't remember driving it.
And you don't blink an eye before asking for them to buy you another car.

I am so glad mommy and daddy continue to support you even though you have dropped out of school at least four times.
I lost count.
Maybe it has been five.
I am so glad mommy and daddy bought you a brand new laptop.
I am surprised you haven't sold it to a pawn shop for booze money.
I am so glad mommy and daddy still pay your lawyer bills and your restitution fees.
They still show up in court because you're their little boy.

I am glad they come and buy you groceries and drive them to your house even though you live a ten minute walk from a grocery store.
But I am sorry, I forgot, you don't like that grocery store.
I am so glad you live in a society where you can exercise preferences as to which grocery store you shop at.

Who am I to complain.
Mommy and daddy offered to buy me a car.
I felt a pang of embarrassment.
I want to help pay for the car.