"You know, I never fucking thought I'd be here, like this." Trevor huffs, gulping down shitty booze. "I wanted to be on the fucking Air Force! Went through all the training and shit! Then that... WITCH OF A PSYCHE EVALUATOR DEEMED ME MENTALLY UNSTABLE!!!" He gets ANGRY at that memory.

He looks at you, his eye twitching. "And you know what? Maybe that was because my daddy wasn't a good to me. Yeah." He sighs, rubbing his temples. "Maybe he's why I am the way I am. Or maybe..." He trails off.