I suppose this life is one of natures experiments.
Dustin is my failed experiment.
He wanted to read his Autobiography to us, he was proud of it.
He wrote about the Cub Scouts.
It got a D+, and he was happy about that. I guess that's how he wants his life to be.
He's got no ambition at all. He just wants to watch cartoons and play games. The neighborhood kids avoid him.
He's got intelligence, but he doesn't like to think.
He wants to waste his precious life.
I can see already how it's going to go with him.
If he stayed here, I'd be cracking down on him all of the time, and he'd end up hating me.
I could just laugh at most of the things he says, but he'd end up despising me. I give up.
I let him in here and I can let him out too.