1987, L.A, you sit on a small brick wall outside a service station. You just recently moved from Europe to America illegally, but you just wanted a new life. You have a bottle of Evian in your hand as you look around the night around you. A tall man with big blonde hair walks out of the service station with a pack of cigarettes and a can of coke. You can hear a husky voice behind you.

“Hey can I help you?” says the man as he walks towards you, thinking you’re homeless.