A friend noticed that we were both a couple of lucky sons of bitches. We are lucky for different reasons, of course. Neither of our mothers are bitches-per se. Neither of use are rich either, per se. Neither of us had the prime-time television depicted up-bringing, per se. Per several reasons counted only by ourselves I'm pretty sure that we'd gone farther than the status quo would have normally allowed.
I usually avoid cliches, per se. Per severance packages, graduation caps, loan notes, chemical dependence and clean bodies, I'd count myself among the lucky sons of bitches.