His mother suppressed the on coming coronary with shaking hands. All she could picture was him in his room playing Fortnight all day and jerking of like a spider monkey between bong hits.<br/><br/>"The lawn, your going to mow the lawn. Then your going to do your laundry, there's a cum stain on your shirt. "<br/><br/>Her glare stabbed into him as she started to unravel.<br/><br/>" Jesus Joe!"<br/>"Your not a child any more. "<br/><br/>She was pleading with him to just try and be a man.<br/><br/>"It must be my fault, I was a bad mother."<br/><br/>She covered her eyes with her hand as she began to tear up.