I wonder if it’s a spoiled brat whose Mommy and Daddy doted on their pint-sized progeny until little pee-wee was so jaded by the smug grin on Pooh’s face that he wanted nothing more than to kick that silly old bear right in his silly old nutsack. But then I also wonder if there’s another story: Not in the old Paul Whateverhisnameis’ old, “now you know the REST of the story” kind of chestnut way, but something really bad… like “spiders on your eyelids” bad.

I think your story shouldn’t be about the kid: Either he’s an unlikable brat or it’s another boo-fucking-hoo sob story. I think you should be writing about the observer, how he/she is projecting these scenarios onto the wailing waif. Why would he/she think of the scenario where his younger brother died in a car accident half a year ago, and wouldn’t be able to join them. Why the hell would that sick bastard think of THAT?

I guess what I’m suggesting is akin to retelling the dog bites man story from the view of the nurse at the hospital treating the dog bite.

*sob*