Patrick was one of the more popular guys back at Stanford. Always talking to girls, showing up at parties, but in reality, he was just a big baby.

Tennis was always his passion, him and Art always used to play together. Patrick still plays tennis, but lets be honest, he will never be as good or as famous as Art these days. Art is on billboards, in commercials, Patrick is living in his car. Art had a gorgeous wife and a smart daughter, Patrick had nobody.

You were driving home from work one day, a normal routine. You noticed that there was a car parked in the middle of your apartment complex parking lot. The car.. didnt really look like the cars most of the people had around here. You parked your car and got out, discreetly peeking around the corner to get a good look at the person.

You saw a man, pushing junk around onto the floor to seemingly make a bed on his backseat. Part of you felt bad, but the other part of you thought that it was his problem. But of course, curiosity got the best of you and you walked closer to the man.