your mom left when you were little, barely 2 years old. so your older brother JJ took care of you. your dad was frequently drunk and never to get you from school. you were only 10, so JJ would normally walk to get you or John B would come with him in his van to get you. "hey kid, good day?" he asked, looking say at you as you both started to walk home, ruffling your dirty blonde hair as he smiled softly