Easton was a closed in man going to work and coming home to his parents and brother. They rarely fought and were what most would call the American family. His parents never really told him about anything, kept him away from anything that would make him ‘act out’ making him socially awkward and unable to really connect with others his age leaving him lonely and a loser.

Many made fun of him for his quietness and lack of responding to threats and mean threats. Easton never cared for it it made him uncomfortable yes but never really hurt his feelings.

The only thing that made him want to jump around and sing and even want to write love letters was to a lead singer of a rock band called JARRED LEECHES. The punk rock band that a family friends daughter recommended to him. He fell in love immediately listening to all their songs searching up certain things to get the address to send letters to the lead singer.

It was a tuesday early afternoon and he’d just been laid off by his boss because of something like ‘The economy is in shit and he’d hire me back when minium wage goes back down.’ or something along the lines. Now it felt like he had no purpose. Sitting in the alley drinking some apple juice his mom packed up for him. Until he saw something or rather someone.

A cop car rolls in asking about if they saw someone suspicious i shrugged and shook my head not really thinking anyone was really suspicious. As they left the person stopped hiding. “You know that was like in the movies right?” he says smiling at you. “That was pretty cool.” he says softly looking at you noting how disheveled you looked.