I was a HELLION of the first order.
My dear dad had an iron fist, I wore it on more than one occasion.

I'll give the old SOB credit for teaching me how to take a hit.

My dear old dad is 81 now and that kid wouldn't last three minutes around that dried up old range wolf, father of mine. Dad even volunteered to "counsel" the kid.

I declined his offer. I'm afraid dad would break his hand if smacked that kid like he did me forty years ago.
I started real work at the age of 11. I chopped weeds out of the cotton fields for 10 cents and hour and was glad to get a chance to earn some REAL money. I've worked at some job or another all my life. I've picked cotton, chased cattle everywhere but up a tree or down a hollow log, I've hauled hay. gathered eggs and shoveled tons chicken shit. Had a part time job in high school for three years working Monday, Wednesday and Friday nights at a gun shop. After school, I'd go to the local junkyard (breaker?) and cut the frames out from under old cars for $2.50 a car with a big arsed cutting torch. I'd do 4 an afternoon. Ten bucks was a LOT of dough in 1968 for a 16 year old kid. I was making $75 a week with both jobs and keeping a B average in school. I had a dad ass 1957 2dr hardtop BelAire Chevy with a hot 283, bucket seats and tuck and rolled interior. It was British racing green and had 5 spoke Cragar wheels. Wish I still had it.
I'm not anything special. Known nothing but hard work all my life. I ain't the only one to be able to say that. I could have done better, but I chose the road I took. It's been a wild ride and I have few regrets. ( IF I's known I was gonna live this long, I'd have taken better care of myself) I'd like to see the boy get a grip and blast off doing something that will do him some good.
The boy is just lazy. His dad is the same way. He's had no other male figure in his life that that was worth a hill of beans and he thinks that the way his dear sweet daddy does things is the way to go. His dear sweet daddy is also scared of that kid. I've treed his dad's arse twice and he won't do anything but yap.
Charge him rent? I'd like to. Problem is, he has NO money. He makes $65 a week in 2008 dollars. He has trouble paying his precious cell phone bill and his car insurance. He knows better than to let his car insurance lapse. SO charging rent would be futile. The kid thinks that as long as he works 12 hours a week, he has a JOB!!!
Only time I want to fold, spindle, and mutilate his big arse is when he fails to keep the gob shut. Like when he makes a statement " I don't see why I should have to work just to live here."
I'll get his attention one way or another.