My Dad was a chess park hustler. He went into the parks and he'd sit down and say, “You go get ten minutes”. Then he’d play ten games simultaneously. Ten minutes each and he'd smoke them all for money. He destroyed grand masters so badly that they took like a year away from tournaments. Genuine embarrassment. No one wanted to work with him because it was a risk. His name was always feared. ‘Tate’ was a feared name. He said, “If you want your name to matter, you have to make it matter.” In his last year when we were sitting at the table, he was asking me, “Are you prepared for my death?” This was when I was in my 20s. He was talking about me being the oldest son, carrying the torch. He was talking about my responsibilities and duties. That I have to evolve and become a better version of him. He told me that the most important thing I can do is to have children. It is my duty to my father to be the man I am. I keep him alive and it is my sons’ duty to keep me alive forever. My father's view of the world was primal and based on masculine edge.