Like I.R. said, I'm enabling Jack's toxic behaviour by towing his line.
I'm not far from telling him to go fuck himself.
But we're not quite there yet.
My prescription: let sleeping dogs lie. Uncle Duke over there had an interesting analogy, saying that Jack’s like the Harlem Globetrotters: You know most of it’s just going to be goofing around but you also know that he can really play ball too when he wants to.
P.S. There is someone named
Jackbo there right now.
