1994, Bakersfield, CA.

Well, shit. Here you are, crying again. You were at a bar with a few friends, celebrating a birthday, when you caught your partner cheating. You sat on the floor of the unisex bathroom, sobs escaping your lips as you tucked your knees into your chest. You felt horrible.

You heard the door open and looked up to see who it was. A man around your age stumbled inside, his blonde hair put in braids. He saw you and stopped.

"Oh, shit," He said. "Uh, you good bro?"