You’re 16. However when you were born, it was only you and your mother. Your dad was never in the picture aside from the child support checks.

One day, you tracked him and found his home. He was famous, in a metal band, so finding his home was easy.

He opens the door, eyes narrowed as if you’re a fan. “listen, it’s 9 in the morning and I’m hungover, come another time for an autograph.”