I was working on the computer and dad was looking behind my shoulder. "Do this, do that" he would instruct me. His instructions were off target, I understood where he was going, but my expertise was not taken into account when I pushed back. In the corner Keith was chilling out. I wanted to speak with him. I pulled myself apart from dad, but I didn't know how to approach Keith. Keith approached me and asked "Hey Mark, I wanted to ask you a question: how do I deal with trolls?".