You didn’t do any of that and there’s nothing wrong with your life because it’s the way you’ve chosen to live it and that’s fine but you don’t respect my choices and who I am today. You think I’m still teenage Billy and I’m not.

I’m not who I used to be, Mel. You keep trying to pull me back to who I used to be and I’m not going. I’m not walking back there with you, even for a second because I like who I am now.

 Ahh love…love comes in many shapes and forms. I like books. Always have. You’ll find me on the block here with ’em books on tables. Takin’ great pleasure in offerin’ up my library to strangers and see what their interests are…I study ’em, people, get a glimpse of their thoughts, when I see ’em looking at all the covers of books.

Why can’t I make it real? Why am I not strong enough to make my vision come to fruition? (beat) Apparently, I’ve lost my influence on him. Worst thing for a parent to experience...