The farm was in the middle of nowhere.

Idyllic, some might say, if they didn't know the place.

But the woods were full of mountain lions, criminals were always escaping from the nearby prison, bear-traps and abandoned mines littered the more distant locales, and there was always the threat of rattlesnakes, or falling down the well.

Is it any wonder he turned out the way he did?

Some nights  he would dream... dream of a Malibu Dream House... a sports car... malls....

Then he'd wake up, starting at a creak on the back porch.

At least...

At least he had his dog.