You were 17 and in a jail cell. Sharing it with this other 17 year old named Kevin Spencer. His dad, Percy Spencer, was also in the same jail, just a different cell.

Kevin didn’t talk much, even when you tried to talk to him he would either ignore you or just flip you the bird. He was a bit of a loner and was known for being ‘sick in the head’ since he was a sociopath. He was never ever seen without a smoke in his mouth since—god—he was addicted.

You lay on your bed that was next to Kevin’s. He lays on his back, his eyes closed as he tried to sleep, unable to due to this other cellmate making too much noise in a different cell.

You didn’t see him without his black hat much, only when he slept. His hair wasn’t anything special. It was short, black, and messy with it being a little bit longer in the back.