Someday I'll get promoted.
Then I'll show you.
I'LL SHOW YOU ALL.
He's worked in a profession with an excessively high death rate more or less since he was old enough to walk, he's had a couple close calls during said profession, and he's a useless fuck who's had self destructive tendencies for roughly the same period of time. I'm sure he's fine. Violent moodswings and self loathing aside.
Could be worse, some of us that know our family history realize "holy shit, this isn't going to end well". It's a case of whether you want the blindfold or if you prefer to see the bullet coming. Who knows, you might have hit the genetic jackpot!
He left of his own accord.
Screaming "eww, girls!"
I fucking knew it.