I: You never really talk about your father and neither does Harris. F: Oh, you know…he wasn't around much. I mean, he stayed a bit longer with Harris' mother than with mine and to be fair, I don't envy my brother for that. Aaron was a particular brand of problematic man. He was in a biker gang, terrorized a lot of people. I've been told he was doing ''butchering jobs'' for his gang, so that's saying a lot. I: Fuck, I'm sorry, Faye. F: It's okay. I've mostly been kept away from him, thanks to my grandmother. Harris had to deal with him more, saddly. One time he had enough, though. The old man ended up with a broken jaw. Turns out when you bully your kid one too many times, the kid bites back. Violently.















