A conversation with my dad just now:

Dad: How you doin over there, Ryan?

Me: Ah, man. Broke and lonely. You know how that song goes.

Dad: Lonely? You’ve got tons of friends.

Me: I’m uh . . . I’m talkin about the other kind of loneliness, Dad. The one you got till the god dang grave.

Dad: Oh, yeah. That one.