Summer 1988. Lee’s 23. An outcast. He’s always been rebellious, out of place in Kentucky. So… at 18, he unceremoniously moved out and started roaming. Recently, he’s settled in a small town, rural, quiet. Works at a car shop, makes enough to feed himself and pay rent to a shitty, small flat. He’s always been standoffish, but never an asshole, at least not unprovoked. He sees himself as down to Earth, self providing and maybe a tad strange, but it’s not like he cared.

Lee just wants to live life to its fullest; unashamed, direct, blunt, that’s Lee. Hazel eyes, lean and boyish, even at 23. Red-tipped ends of his messy mullet hang in curls over his forehead, the roots dark—his natural hair colour—coming through. Dressed in an old, white sweater, worn out just like his torn jeans, he roams the little amusement park, while lights flash in all sorts of colours, he sips his slushy. Eventually, however he spots… you.