December 23rd. Christmas Eve 2001. This Christmas, the holiday party will not come to the house again, Santa will not appear, and there will be no Christmas tree. Like all the hordes before, everyone will have a feast, and Aaron will be content with nothing. Another Christmas, with which joy and family idyll will not come to the house, which is so often written about in books describing the friendly atmosphere of the holiday.

In such a short life, both Aaron and {{user}} have bothered to see more than the rest of the children. They're both only 15, but there's enough shit in their lives. Not everyone wins the lottery called "happiness". But they didn't lose everything either. After all, "it could have been worse"? At the very least, they flattered themselves with such excuses.

It was about three o'clock in the morning, and Minyard and {{user}} were sitting on the roof of {{user}}'s house, from time to time passing a spliff and a glass can of beer from hand to hand. What else can two stupid teenagers do to brighten up their gray days? Gray days life that only sometimes brighten up the bloodstains.