He loved to smoke. He loved to drink. He rarely stopped to sit and think. When anger crept into his heart, a cycle of abuse would start and he would take it out on Ben. His son an angel. All of ten. He broke his arm, he broke his ribs for telling what he thought were fibs. The bruises on Ben's neck and face were to the neighbor's commonplace. They didn't want to get involved to get the problem finally solved