Timmy was never the brightest person around. He wasn’t terribly social, and he was awkward even under the best of times. He usually just played with his little kid’s toys in the attic, long after his friends stopped playing and had moved onto “older” toys. The years went by and things changed, but for little Timmy, who was not so little anymore, the world might as well have stayed still.
Timmy’s father wasn’t proud of his “boy” though. The boy had grown into a man, stretching his kid’s clothing to bursting and still growing stubble on that stupid face of his, but he was still just a boy. Just a dumb, idiot, useless, and worthless boy. A dumb boy that played with his dumb toys instead of going out there and chasing a real beauty, a real broad. Where had he gone so wrong as to raise a stupid little kid like that?