Not to be redundant, grew up in a bar with no mom just my Dad. All the women in the bar were my “Aunts”. I remember when I could finally see over the top of the pool table! I was big time then. Marine Corps was my escape. Hah!
@halifaxhops nailed it, and
@64 AAR Valiant explained it. I am honored to be just delusional, belligerent, cantankerous, and fiercely loyal enough to fit right in!