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son, my father said, if you only had some

ambition! you have no

get up and go! no

drive!

it’s hard for me to believe that you are really

my son.

yeah, I

said.

I mean, he went on, how are you going to

make it?

your mother is worried sick and the neighbors

think you’re some kind of

imbecile.

what are you going to

do?

we can’t take care of you all your

life!

I’m 15 now, I told him, I won’t be around

much longer.

but look at you, you just sit around in your room

all day! other

boys have jobs, paper routes, Jim Stover works

as an usher at the

Bayou!

HOW IN THE HELL ARE YOU GOING TO

SURVIVE IN THIS

WORLD?

I don’t

know …

you make me SICK! sometimes, having a son like

you, I wish I was

dead.

well, he did die, he died more than 30 years

ago.

and last year I paid

$59,000 income

tax.