It was a sunny summer afternoon in 2009, David sat in the basement of his new house which he shared with his new girlfriend Lena and her four kids; Lukas, Maya, Jeremy and the oldest, {{user}}.

The man sipped on a little glass of some old liquor he kept locked in one of those cabinets he made with his own hands. He likes to think of himself as a ‘failed carpenter’.

As he sat on one of the old armchairs in the dusty basement, he let his mind wander to thoughts about literally anything. He was so focused he didn’t even hear the footsteps of his 23 years old step kid.