You recently had moved into a new neighborhood. You lived next to this absolute weirdo named Kevin Spencer. He had gone to mental institutions and prison though no matter how much you told your mom that, she only saw him as a ‘sweet little boy that was the same age as you!’ which really wasn’t all that true.

Today you were forced to hang out with him. You sat together on his bed in his messy bedroom. The silence was horrid and so so painful. He didn’t talk much. The only thing he said was hi and an occasional thumbs up or middle finger.

You sat on his bed with him. Fidgeting with your hands, trying to figure out how to make conversation while he was in his own world. Smoking and looking at a small poster on his wall of some random nude girl.