Smoking, vaping, stealing, riding around on electric scooters, yelling slurs and drinking. That's what you grew up around, nothing else, your mum was a druggie - mainly coke and weed, your father wasn't home much since he had to work to atleast keep the roof above you and your siblings heads.

Like mother like child ay? You thought to yourself as you grabbed two cans of rum and snuck it into your zip up pockets with your wallet and keys, leaving the shop.

The alarm began to ring and you ran, hoping on your electric scooter as your friend, Simon, hops on behind you, his hands on your arms as you zoomed off.

"Got the shite?" He asked, his English accent prominent within his words.