They think that they can protect me by moving around all the time.
You had a good start in the wrong direction back there. Why'd you do it?
Whaddya mean? Mess a kid up?
Yeah.
Called me 'chicken.'
And your folks didn't understand.
They never do. They think that I can make friends if we move. Just move - everything will be roses and sunshine.
But you don't think that's the right solution.
Aw, she eats him alive and he takes it.
Things pretty rough for you at home?
What a zoo!
What?
It's a zoo. He always wants to be my pal, you know? But how can I give him anything? If he's, well, I mean I love him and all that type of stuff, and I-I mean, I don't want to hurt him. But then, I don't, I don't, well I don't know what to do anymore, except maybe die...If he had guts to knock Mom cold once, then maybe she'd be happy and then she'd stop pickin' on him, because they make mush out of him! Just mush! I'll tell you one thing, I don't ever want to be like him. How can a guy grow up in a circus like that?...Boy, if, if I had one day when, when I didn't have to be all confused, and didn't have to feel that I was ashamed of everything...If I felt that I belonged someplace, you know, then...
