Billy was talking to his dad, John. He told him he wanted to do good, to make a difference in the world, to change it for the better. He had already experienced - first hand - how wrong everything was, it was plain to see. John was drunk, which was to be expected. The two of them were arguing and tempers had run high, it was not their first fight but it was the worse.

"I can't take it anymore!" Billy screamed, "I can actually accomplish something of myself and..." his tone suddenly dropping, "and I'm leaving." John scoffed.

"Accomplish something? You can't even ask that girl out on a date. What could you possibly do!" He asked with a drunken dismissal.

"I graduated top of my class, I a certified genius!" Billy tried to defend himself but refused to get closer than a meter from his father, he was an angry drunk.

"Oh so you think that a fancy piece of paper means you're better 'an me? Is that it? Do you think you're better than me, boy?" The man approached him ready to strike at any moment. Billy retreated a bit, looking away and not saying a word. "Answer me." He demanded blood shot eyes glaring at his son. Billy swallowed hard and gathered up his courage to look up to his father, he smelled like whisky.

"Yes." John punched him across the apartment, which was littered with empty bottles, papers filled with blue prints for new inventions Billy came up with, wires and general junk. Billy picked himself up from the floor, wiping the blood now trickling down his mouth; it wasn't the first time he was punched. "You ain't never gonna do anything right in this world. You couldn't help your ma and you sure as hell can't do anything for me. I mean you can't even keep a job right." He said mocking the boy while shoving him back to the ground.

"That job wasn't for me." Billy tried to say. The job - or jobs - had all been disasters, he had been asked to build awful weapons to destroy cities and kill the innocent along with the real bad guys.

"Oh shut the hell up. You think you're so much better than everyone else, well I got news for you." He put his foot on Billy's chest forcing him down and making it harder to breath. "You're nothing but a God damn snot nose cretin. Have you ever stopped to consider what your mother would say? I tell you what she'd say. She'd say you were horrible."

"No she-"

"Oh yes she would. That's the only reason I never kicked you out, it's cuz she doesn't know. You're lucky she's dead." He picked up a half empty bottle and walked back to the couch to watch some more TV. Billy meanwhile stood up and walked out. He'd show him who was horrible.