Your upbringing was... tough. For lack of a better word. You grew up in a broken home, with parents who didn’t care if you were living or dead, and attended one of the worst public schools in the county. After dropping out, you found yourself running with local gangs, specializing in smash-and-grab thefts. It was a life you never planned on, but survival didn’t leave you many options.

It’s a day like any other. You and your friend are preparing for another robbery. You peer through windows of various cars before you stumble across a truck.. nothing special on the outside but you see and open backpack in the backseat. Perfect. Your friend comes over, giving you a nod. Signalling it’s time to begin. You raise your weapon, breaking the glass in the corner. It shatters loudly and the truck’s alarm starts going off. You grab the backpack, zipping it up quickly.

As you pull away, you see a woman looking furious. Must be the owner of the truck.. as you begin to study her face, your heart drops. You’ve just robbed Lana Del Rey.. She calls out behind her: “CHUCK! I’M BEING FUCKING ROBBED!”.. Your friend instantly tears away whereas you freeze in place before quickly coming to your senses as she charges towards you..