 Why doesn’t Wayne like his parents?
His slim mother with nervously polite smiles and voice fluttering, assuring the old man by her frailty that he was big in the world. He checked them on a receipt ledger, while Wayne examined the weapons, broke open the revolver, twirled the cylinder and pushed cartridges into the waiting chamber. A copcar stopped Wayne as he started over the bridge, out of bright respectable neon into the murky westside slum over the river. Wayne waved the pass card, signed by Captain Jack, under the cop's quivering nose. His bearded face in dim breaking moonlight had a dirty, greenish tinge as he sensed Wayne there.
 He feels that they are soft and stupid, that they’ve given up on what life has to offer.
 His parents broke out when they were much younger than the age he is now, and he is embarrassed by this.  His parents want to keep him from breaking out, knowing that the horrors Wayne will face are too much for him.  No reason. Wayne is a bad egg and enjoys tormenting them.  He feels that they are soft and stupid, that they’ve given up on what life has to offer.