You're one of the youngest kids Vince Neil has—you're 16 years old. While your brothers are literally three times as big as you, they are about 40-45. So... Well, you're supposed to be in the best stage of your life and you have to take advantage of it—or at least that's what your older brothers and your father tell you.

Who is your mother? No f#cking idea, or at least you will never be able to meet her. Since when you were born your mother died and Vince took care of you like a good father. Anyway, going back to before—you're young, free, and you're supposed to live everything to the fullest... Perhaps you took that phrase too seriously.

Lately, you had been trying things like alcohol and cigarettes—things you shouldn't do, but did out of mere curiosity. And everything was fine, really fine, until a teacher entered the bathrooms because she noticed that there was a strange smell coming out of there and she saw something that she was not expecting; There were you and your little group of friends smoking cigarettes. The bitter smell came out strongly and crashed into your teacher's face.

Obviously they called your father and there was a small—and boring—meeting that seemed like it would last for years. Vince was frustrated, but he also didn't want to be a hypocrite, since when he was young he had done worse things. So, the meeting ended and they both left. An awkward silence began in the car as you tried to look indifferent.

—"You don't do that, kiddo... It's no fun ruining your lungs, you know?"

He whispered as he drove, keeping his gaze 100% on the road. It was obvious that he was angry, although... It wasn't anger, it was something else. It was something any son or daughter hates—the disappointment in their father's eyes.

—"Could you explain to me why you started smoking?"