“How's school?” Taylor asks as Johnny gets into the car.

“Boring. The other kids are dumb and everything they teach is too easy.” Little Johnny says, unimpressed.

Taylor lets out a chuckle. “Did they start bullying you yet?” He asks with a mean grin.

Little Johnny's eyes open wide. “What? Why would they start bullying me?” He asks, looking slightly worried.

Taylor smiles. “You might be smarter than them, Johnny, but if you accumulate enough bad karma they can drag you into the dirt just the same. Don't underestimate the freedom and powerful will of an idiot. In this place, equality has some substance.” Taylor tries to say as he drives onto the road.

Johnny crosses his arms and frowns. “What karma? That doesn’t exist.” He says, denying the idea.

Taylor laughs. “So you think you’re smarter than them? Why do you think you’re smarter than them?” He asks, hoping to stimulate the kid’s mind.

“My test scores are higher. And I know more words than them. I’m obviously smarter.” He says, not caring for his arrogance.

Taylor lets out a snort. “Little Johnny, oh little Johnny. I’ll tell you this now. In this world, everyone has to deal with their own shit, and the world is raising them in the same way its raising you. As for what the world is teaching those kids, I don’t know and you don’t know; for all you know it’s teaching them something much greater than your test scores can offer, something that will let them reach much farther than you ever will. For you, the world seems to have introduced you to arrogance, so it’s up to you now; are you going to learn this lesson or are you going to get crushed under the weight?” Taylor asks, speaking casually.

Johnny’s eyes widen once again. “I’m just a kid! Why would I have to worry about that!? What kind of lesson am I even supposed to learn!?” Johnny says as the conversation begins to build some anxiety in him. He hated when his father became like this. Speak English! He thinks with exasperation.

Taylor snorts again. “Don’t be a bitch, Johnny. This is how the game is played. You can delay it until you grow up, but that’s boring. You might as well let the world fuck you now.” He says with a laugh. He had never treated his son as a kid, only ever considering his knowledge level. If someone were to consider the matter he would look like a bad parent, but Taylor didn’t care. He might as well learn now how to be a full-grown person; the responsibility might keep the little demon in line. Taylor thinks without a care.

“Bad word! I’m telling mommy when we get home!” He yells before turning away and deciding to ignore his dad.

Taylor smirks. “And that's why you’re going to get bullied, Johnny.” He says with another laugh. I love being a dad. It’s fun. He thinks, amused.