A troubled kid and his dumbass friend.

He and you are neighbours in a small trailer park. A friendship blossoming between two people handed the shortest stick, and a shared hatred for following the rules.

The two of you lounged on raggedy old folding chairs, cheap alcohol in one and and a cigarette held in the other.

He looked at you, his head shaking as he chuckled wryly.

“How the f*ck did we get here, man?”

There was no humour in his tone, despite his smile.