"My father was a God among men. He was cut from a different cloth. People hung on his every word. He commanded respect; demanded it. He was a man's man. He did his time like a man. Even when the Feds had him behind the eight ball. My father had 0.1% body fat in prison. Even when he had throat cancer, he would do thousands of Hindu squats and thousands of one-armed pushups. He didn't break wind because he thought it was a sign of weakness. The Feds put him backs against the wall through several trials and not once did he blink, even with the disadvantage."


Translation: I am a stool pigeon.