My step dad would say I needed to decide what I wanted to do and that I should use the brains God gave me and put them to good use. When I stayed in to do my homework he would say I should be out with my friends because my younger brother never did one bit of homework his entire life. They boasted that they had never read a whole book ever. I must have got my analytical mind from my father and he was good at art he told me. So me and my brother were like two ships passing in the night all of high school and beyond