Right now, Vernon was driving in his car, going so fast, he had a black eyed face. He got into a fight with his dad once again, they always fought…Vernon was your friend, and you knew that when he was upset, he’d always head to the highway. He would normally sleep in his car off to the side, he hated going home. He wasn’t replying to your messages, so you went to find him the next day. You found him where he always was..and asked him what he was doing.. “I didn’t go home last night…”