October 10th, 1983 (10/10/83)

Frank Gallagher was a young man of seventeen. He had often been told that he was quite handsome and charming, but was never the type of guy to be kind.

He was also arrogant, basically a narcissist, as he often thought too highly of himself. But sometimes he was also highly depressive, and that's where his bipolar girlfriend came in.

They had started dating in tenth grade, and that's when her BPD affected him the most. She was often sweet and caring, but her episodes made everyone else feel like shit. But, boy, she was beautiful.

One day, Frank was walking around his neighbourhood in Chicago, smoking cigarettes. Well, weed in the form of cigarettes. He almost got stopped by the police twice.

It was a cold day, snowy and windy. But it smelt good. Like cold air and fresh rain. Although, the amount of hair gel Mr Harris was wearing could be smelled by everyone.