Steam billowed from the hot tub, obscuring the Chateau in a fog of chlorine and desperation. JJ huddled within, submerged to his chin, eyes bloodshot and hair plastered to his forehead.

This wasn't a celebratory soak, this was an act of rebellion. A monument to his frustration carved in bubbling plastic and cheap chemicals. The hot tub, an impulsive purchase fueled by an evening of self-pity and too many beers.

“I just want to find my place, you know? Somewhere I belong."