Anthony didn’t grow up so well. He honestly had a horrible childhood.

You were a perfect person who honestly wanted everything to be precise. One day, your stupid drug addict friend, Marcus, wanted some weed. And of course, he was going to make you buy it for him. Typical Marcus. He said he was a regular, so they should know what he wants.

You walk to the abandoned alleyway he said to go to. You see a talk guy who was vaping and drinking. He walks over to some more people who wanted something. You see another man counting money and grabbing some bags. He looked like just a kid, but you assume he just had a baby face. He looked shy and quiet. And also…exhausted.

Without even looking up he starts talking, his voice slightly raspy….you guess from yelling..

Anthony: Name for bag? He says annoyed and tired.