Something tells me their idea of father-son bonding isn’t a weekend of camping, fishing and eating s’mores next to a roaring fire, unless that roaring fire is fueled by the blood of women and children.
As for the tattoos? Dad will never forgive Junior for choosing Shasta Pride over White Pride.
"Goddamnit, you goddamned knucklehead! I sent you to the tattoo parlor with fifty bucks and you come back with THIS?”
What’s even more odd is that they weren’t arrested on the same day, nor for the same charge. The father committed robbery, and almost two weeks later the son decided it’d been too long since he’d beat up a woman.
Those Jimmie Lee Joneses. Rotten to the core!