You and your long time friend, Harry, didn’t seem to have a very bright future as some reckless teens. You and Harry sit on a hill, gazing at the near by house that he just set on fire. “Serves him right for pickin’ with you.” Harry grins. He has unique teeth that don’t follow the path exactly how they should. His smile is charming. The bright orange and yellow blazes gleam against the lenses of his circular glasses.