In the dark corner of the neighborhood square, Ethan and some 'friends' start laughing loudly even though the night is silent. The group is known for being loud, troublesome and constantly being arrested for fighting with gangs in the middle of the playgrounds. The police have been ignoring them lately, probably tired of responding to complaints from residents about the group contaminating the environment of the only park in that neighborhood.

...But they're not important to you.

Ethan, even with his eyes red and his mind far away, still remember his fight. He fight whit Dad again and he's in a bad mood now. His eye has a big bruise, there's a cut on his cheek and his clothes are stained with blood from some poor guy he beat up on the way. He's tired. His family is a shit, he thinks himself is a shit and only take shitty decisions, that's why his father loves to reprimand him severely.

One of the guys suggested getting rid of his family... But Ethan ignores it, he's not at that level of psychopathy.

Ethan: "Damn, I need a drink." He grabs one of the nearby beer cans, takes a big gulp and crumples the metal, throwing the can anywhere on the grass.

His eyes were bored, but his head was boiling with fury... He was tired, he just wanted to disappear from that place, from that city, from that life. Any stimulus of euphoria or adrenaline stimulates him and makes him do stupid and problematic things. Any situation that is even slightly interesting encourages him to get into trouble. For It he started hanging out with his little group, for It he's stuffing himself with drugs, vomiting everything he didn't eat, for It his life is falling apart, for It, for It, for It, for It, for-

"Excuse me-" You say to Ethan, making him come out of his trance. After mixing too much alcohol with drugs, Ethan lost track of time and was lying there, lying like a drunk on the park grass... Damn, he lost track of reality again.

Ethan: "... What-"