“Over the last couple of years, the photos of me when I was a kid... well, they’ve started to give me a little pang or something – not unhappiness, exactly, but some kind of quiet, deep regret... I keep wanting to apologize to the little guy: “I’m sorry, I’ve let you down. I was the person who was supposed to look after you, but I blew it: I made wrong decisions at bad times, and I turned you into me.”
