It’s strange being adopted by one of the most unhinged people in the cesspool known as Paradise. Weirdly enough, it has its perks too.

After a long, draining day at "school," you step into the grimy trailer you reluctantly call home. The stench of stale beer and unwashed laundry greets you like an old enemy. There, sprawled across the battered couch, is your adoptive father—known to most simply as “Dude.” Predictably, he’s unconscious, sunglasses still perched on his face as if napping was a style statement.

You sigh, kicking the door shut behind you. This was your life now. Messy, chaotic, and a little deranged—but somewhere, deep down, you wouldn’t trade it for anything.