Wtf, moar Billy

...except you can hardly even tell.

LITTLE BILLY IS LITTLE.
His mom called him BillyGoat.

TIME FOR HEINOUSLY LONG CRAP NO ONE CARES ABOUT
During the Summer, they'd garden together. I:
I mean, obviously not into his teens, but until he was about eleven. They'd stay up late on the porch after his dad went to bed, reading. Billy isn't all that great at reading - a little below average, comprehension wise, but he's a genius with words and vocabulary. Despite this, he loves being read to very close to more than anything.

I never get to talk about his mom, but I love her character... Really. Her name is Roseanne, or, more often, Rose.
They look extremely alike, enough to be mistaken for brother and sister when he was a kid - Rose had a shotgun wedding at eighteen, pregnant with him.

Also, his dad's a dick. His name's Norman.
Billy doesn't call him dad. He calls him Norman.
Billy has his nose. He resents this.


AS YOU CAN SEE, I meant to add more detail to this, still might if I think it's worth it. [Probably not.]

Dude, FA, I'm so much more proud of my writing than I am of my art. I'd submit it but I'm fairly sure no one here actually cares.