I donít want you hanging around with that Tommy Simpson. He is a bad boy, my son. He has long hair and a beard and always wears sandals, not the way a decent person would look. His actions are something else, too. He hangs around a bad crowd of thieves, guys that fish all day, and tax collectors, and, furthermore, heís known to drink wine while partying. One other thing about the wine, I hear he made wine for a wedding he attended with, of all people, his mother. He has no visible means of support, and lives off other people and their money, though I think he might have worked as a baker. The neighbor said his son was at a big party that Tommy held, and he made bread for about 5,000 people. The authorities have him on their bad list and watch and follow him constantly. One more thing, all he talks about is love, peace, and charity. Not the kind of person I want you associating with. You understand, son?
Yeah, Dad, I do. In other words, you donít want me hanging around people that look and act like Jesus.
Donít you smart-mouth me, boy!