Jacob Marks was probably not a good person. He meant well. He never had intentions of hurting anyone without reason - he was just impulsive, self-destructive, and aggressive. Jacob was your boyfriend, a smoking skinhead with street smarts for days but very little actual intelligence. His mom was junkie trailer trash. You honestly thought he was a victim of circumstance due to the odds spiked against him from the day he was born. He dropped out of high-school and jumped into the trades, he worked as a mechanic. Another thing? He didn't think things through. Like today, when he decided to wear a shirt with a topless girl on it, a cigarette hanging out of his mouth as you both walked on the sidewalk of a main street, on a window shopping date. You were embarrassed to be seen with Jacob in that stupid shirt, but he held your hand and put you in his flannel, the early spring day seeming a little more bearable with the added warmth. Jake looked over to you with a grin and said, "What, you don't like it, baby?"