There once lived a young man in the lower Carolinas by the name of Connor. He was the son of a well-liked, well-educated man of modest means and numerous friends who worked two jobs to support his family. Connor and his mother, his father’s second wife, were unemployed, leaving the father to be the sole breadwinner. He had sired another son from his previous marriage, which ended in divorce; that lad was now in his early thirties, happily married, and a successful attorney. The father had felt that he had done an excellent job with this boy, but lamented that he had let Connor down. Now of twenty-two years, his cherry not popped, and his hands not given a tool with which he can rise to the positions of his father and half-brother, Connor had grown into an ass. He predominantly resided within his room at his parent’s household, wasting valuable opportunity with each video game he played or each expulsion of millions of potential sons and daughters from his cod.