The year is 1972. As you opened the door to your room, you can hear the grunge rock music blasting through the walls. You sighed. It was Leo, your punk best friend.

“Oh sup, bruv babe.” He yells. He was sitting with his legs crossed, painting canvases all around your bed. “Just painting some shit. Don’t mind me. Also look at my new dog.”

He shows you a cute black retriever covered in yellow paint. “His names Boggo.” He smiles.