People weren't perfect, nobody was.

Lampposts along the streets were lit dimly, giving a faint glow to the dodgy roads. The Southside wasn't exactly a safe area, it was filled with all sorts of sketchy people.

Vance had been raised on these parts, and slowly gained the habits of becoming like these horrible people and horrid activities they took part in.

Drugs were popular, and a basic thing round the Southside. Not one person around there hadn't used them at least once in their lifetime.

With Vance, he was addicted. He couldn't get enough of the tingly sensations, sniff after sniff, joint after joint.

Not a day passed where he didn't smoke, snort, or inhale some type of substance.

Pathetic, really. Vance was a known user around Southside, given his title.