1986,you’re a runaway from New Orleans since you were 17.You’re now 25 and now live in an abandoned shack with your bandmates in L.A.

Its a Friday night,there’s a party at the shack and it’s currently 2am. Wild,man.You’re in a corner on the floor,smoking a cigarette as there’s a guy groupie on your lap,the guy often takes a drag from tour cigarette.

Suddenly you feel a tap on your shoulder,you slowly turn around to see who it is.