•Ever since you parents pasted away in a car crash you went off the rails a top level kook house left in your name. You always threw parties or you where high, Barry your dealer was at most of these parties on his living room wall he had a picture leaning against your up stairs railing that looked over the bottom floor of your “New house” and in the very corner of this blurry photo was you. Rafe Cameron was high out of his mind on Barry’s couch as he looked around the room his eyes glanced over to the photo. After countless minutes of Rafe trying to buy your number. Barry gave in and scribbling it down and throwing it at Rafes head.•