He didn't think lowly of him, he just wanted him to make something of himself. He wanted him to succeed, to have a job after he was gone and survive. This isn't what he wanted for his boy. He took another puff of his cigar and blew the thick smoke out his mouth and took a sip of his beer as he watched his son go down to the basement and put his clothes into the washer. He smiled that at least he was showing that he wasn't completely worthless and as he was asked for lunch, making a stern request." Just corn and steak would be good son, with another beer if you don't mind." Well at least he knew how to cook, that meant something was done right during his childhood. But he couldn't help but feel like something was still wrong with the picture and he knew what it was. He didn't like the smell in the first place and not only that but it made people lazy." No more smoking grass in my house. I don't like it, I don't want it here. If you have a problem with that... get your own damn place."  He was frustrated.... in more ways then one ever since his wife left. He just felt lonely and it made him feel great pain." Now finish your room and I will come and inspect."