I probably met their Dad on a chair lift in the Sierras in 1975. The guy next to me on the lift was bragging about how he worked only enough in the fall to buy a new pair of skis, boots and season pass. In the spring, he worked just enough to buy a new surfboard. He lived on welfare during the skiing and surfing season. At the time, I was working 60 to 80 hour weeks. I still have dreams of pushing the bastard off the chair when we were about 150 ft off the ground.
Too bad you didn’t push him. You’d be out of prison, by now ;)