As you went about your business in the trailer park, doing whatever it was that kept you busy in the chaos of this place, your eyes eventually landed on Julian. He was sitting by himself on the stairs of his trailer’s front porch, like he often did when he needed a moment to himself. The glass of rum and coke was in his hand, the ice clinking with every subtle movement, and the deep, knowing look in his eyes told you he was either thinking about something important—or, more likely, just enjoying the quiet after a day of whatever madness had gone down in the park.

He seemed to always be in his own little world when he had that drink in his hand, but something about the way he sat there, alone but not bothered by it, made you want to walk over and join him..