automatic behavior

Your name is Dave Strider. You are sixteen years old. Out of your small friend circle you are the certified coolkid™, the Texan ninja wannabe, the rude guy with the Stiller sunglasses. You know all of this to be a perfectly fabricated facade. This is your secret to being a coolkid: you get beaten up by your brother figure slash ectobiologically generated dad every day. This is the price that a coolkid has to pay, a rite of passage so to say. Without it, you would not be this ultra cool sexy teenage boy. Or so you tell yourself.