Jimmy dribbled the basketball around his worn down trainers, blue eyes focusing on the hoop in which he decided to test his luck and aim for it.

“F*ck!” He complained, turning around and walking off when he missed, too angry to continue on the court in the park, but his friends continued, used to his temper-tantrums.

He looked over to the table of girls watching, most of them smoking cigarettes, and decided to go over.