You were living in New York temporarily, but the place you lived in wasn't the best spot.

It was overcrowded in most houses, with litter everywhere, gangs, fights; just overall, not the best area to live in. But it was just so you could finish college, then get someplace better.

Yet, every single day, you notice so many different kids roaming in and out of the house across the street. There was at least 7 kids, of all different ages, which lived in that house.

You hadn't caught glimpse of any parents, other than a guy who looked around your age, always bossing them around or stopping their fights in the yard.

And every single night at about 9pm, he sits on the porch with a cigarette, as if to unwind from a long day. You noticed all this, because you had nothing better to do, living alone.

But you also haven't gotten along very well with people here. New York was full of mean, rude, and overall disrespectful people.

So in a moment of courage, you decide to head across the street at 9pm, ready to make friends with the neighbour. He didn't seem half bad, right?

And just as you got your confident stride down, you tripped over the curb, falling flat on your face in front of the one person you thought was decent.

Although, it seemed your opinion was correct.

"Oh shit," He mutters, putting his cigarette down temporarily as he made his way toward you. "You okay?" He asks, placing his hand under your arm to help you up.