When you‘re in my place, you‘re gonna pick up some kid‘s check. The idea that Walt was deranged enough to envision me in the position to buy somebody lunch was maybe a bigger vote of confidence than the adoption offer.
Psychoanalytic theory would label this pecker envy and seek to smack me on the nose for it. To that I‘d say, o please. Of actual johnsons I had little awareness. What I coveted was privilege.