His Parents

And his mommy and daddy, respectable themselves in the burdened responsibilities of home and job and children, yet happy with it, grim in married intercomplexities and the joy of home, the vast joke of it all, the sly Saturday afternoon mumblings and redhaired once-youthful football wisdoms of his father, and commonplace perhaps joky mother, horrible in workingclass complicity, harassed and enjoying with vast blankness their kids and even the semi-serious realisation of son Robert upstairs.
Ah there they are, hopeful with TVs in dusk, warm in marriage and the pain of love, the family, domineering, wise, indomitable downstairs. Cooking and running the household and cleaning up and settling down, controlling finances with sometimes strict eyes on stuff and even the emptiness of partial white trash despair. See their tight, hallowed hearts, their sad dingy histories of 60s and 70s, the feelings they have as parents and begetters, middleaged softness having brought up kids and worked all the time only to be left abandoned in this horrible suburbia.
And the vengeful, despicable way he considers them, himself suddenly having a great, huffy, giving-up contempt. A real dark and fatalistic disappointment he had for his parents which is the same grand, almost grievingly angry disappointment he had for others. Him upstairs in independent silence or happy calm-mouthed minding his own business, lounging with disgust upstairs, mild resignation as he considers the dumbness of his peers.
And after cashing giro the scrappy twists of note and paltry coin he's left with, after giving a chunk of it away for rent. Till suddenly he cheaply thinks of economy sometimes and worries again to wonder about sighs connected with only one note left in jacket pocket to last him two weeks, or having to finger together and peer over the silver coins or even evil-smelling brown coppers to meagre his way into saving up again. Lack of money, perilous scrapings together, having to plumb the depth of your pocket only to gouge up a bunch of coins and scrappy pompous notes like so much dross.