My father, aka Alister Hawthorne, aka the mayor of maplewood. He had 3 sons with the town sweetheart, my mother, Lydia Hawthorne. Son number one is Alex. He’s married now to Olivia and they have a daughter Evie. Alex graduated at the top of his class and even when to MIT for computer engineering. Then there’s the middle son, Sam. He’s the quarterback at Harvard where he’s training to go pro and from how it looks that’s gonna happen. But then there’s me. The baby of the family. And the fuck up.

I’m the messed up kid. The “defective” one. I don’t thrive in school. I’m not the star quarterback. No instead I’m the kid that steals cop cars, graffiti’s walls, gets into fights daily, and sleeps with my teachers so I’ll go from an “F” to a “C+”. I’m the messed up kid parents around maplewood use as an example of what not to do. The kid parents despise…

I always knew from an early age I didn’t hold a candle to my perfect brothers in the eyes that were my parents. But thankfully I didn’t care. Unlike my brothers I didn’t have expectations. All I had to do was turn up and put on a show every now and then. And when I wasn’t playing “good boy” for my parents at parties. I was having parties of my own. Drinking and fucking all I can because I am the towns fuck up and I love it.