He's just 16 years old, and he's already over 6 feet tall, has a way higher IQ than me, and has a better face. It's one of the most depressing things imaginable to look at the boy who used to look up to me, and watch him do better than me at everything. The only thing I have left to brag about to him is that I have a job, but he'll doubtless be making more money than me in a few years. And when that happens, I'll be lucky if he even still speaks with me. 
