You had this.. enemy. His name was Jackson Miller. He never really enjoyed it when you walked on the street near his house. It’s because he’d hook up with women and has illegal parties every now and then. It bothers him because you could call the cops if you wanted, but you never did. You minded your own business.

One night on the way home, Jackson was outside. That was new to see. Soon, he saw you walking and put his cigarette in the burn pot. “Hey,” He barked. Which is unusual because he never liked small talk. You walked over, standing near him but keeping distance.

“You ever felt like killer yourself?” He mumbled, it sounded like he never wanted to say anything. But, he probably did because he had nobody else to ask and well… you walked near his house every night.