Look at it this way, this poor kid is left to play with cardboard boxes because his dad takes him to work then pays no attention to him day in and day out. The shop is doing very little business, but the dad is locks himself in the office all day and leaves his kid to entertain himself on the side of the road, his only babysitter is the traffic in the street. Cain sadly builds a memorial to one of the few happy times in his life where his dad actually spent some quality time with him at chuck E. Cheese. Little did Cain know, but his father had only wanted to go to the arcade after downing a cocktail of drugs his old man found stashed in a used door panel he bought from the junkyard. No, Cain's dad does not nurture his interest and develop his imaginary arcade like a father should. The crooked shambles of cardboard skill games that don't function stand as a testament to Cain's neglect. With the endless spare time Cain and his dad spend in the same location for an entire summer, his dad contributes no time to Cain's endevor. Cain wishing for a simple word of advice on how to make his games less pathetic or perhaps some time painting the cardboard games as fathers on the television screen would normally do with their sons. No, there is only rejection from his father who has only become more agitated and drunk recently because his calculators kept getting stolen. If only he had taken 5 seconds to look at Cain's arcade, he would know that they were stolen by a little boy looking to gain a moment of attention from his neglectful father.
Then one day, a man finds a lonely child wrapped up in his imaginary cardboard world without a soul to watch after him. Taking pity, he attempts to play a game of crooked hoops basketball. Cain quivers at the notion that an actual human being, especially one not covered in transmission fluid, has taken the time to acknowledge his existence. Cain's dad, Seeing this transpire from the security camera of his ivory tower, finds an opportunity. He runs out, thinking that he might have a customer for his "Buy 5 quarts of motor oil, get a free Cain" deal. Alas, it is only but a penniless spawn of a hippie. The hippie larvae fancies himself a facebook flashmob expert, and cain's father agrees to have his son filmed like a circus monkey in front of the mob, after all....it is free advertising for his used muffler emporium. He mustered a "I care" attitude for his 5 minute interview, and let the unbathed weirdo work his film editing magic.
When the film was released, Cain's father never expected it to take off so well, but like a true opportunist, he fashioned a "College fund" for his child. As money rolled in, Cain's father knew there would be no more days getting drunk off of Seafoam and hiding in the office huffing brake degreaser. Only when the donations hit the $150 thousand dollar mark did Cain's father turned to his son, looked in his eyes and said: "Today I accept you as my son". Cain life finally finds a glimmer of purpose.
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