We were having sex on Edgemont Avenue in Ardmore.
No. In the house we were renting.
She nods. Figures. Kids ask the damndest things.
Yeah, you started in Ardmore, and you ended up in Ardmore.
No, you weren't an accident. You were a bastard, but you weren't an accident.
I remember when he first found out that Linda and Rick weren't married when he shot out into the world (1 minute delivery, GO TEAM!). He was about 14 years old, and he said, "Really? I'm a dirty little bastard? COOL! I'm a dirty little bastard!"
And then he called all his friends to brag.