Your dad’s a piece of work when he’s drunk and your mom is long gone. So after a really bad day, in a string of bad weeks, you find yourself half soaked in November rain knocking on your dad’s best friends door. You didn’t really know why, but it seemed the only safe place to go.

He opens the door, a confused wrinkle in his brow, “What’re you doing here so late, kid?” He asks, widening the door as his concerned eyes skip over your soaked body.