Growing up in the 1960s in a small southern town was normal for you, and most of the southern states; you’re from a small family, living in a regular if not smaller farmhouse, you go to a regular highschool with popular kids, nerds and geeks, jocks and the weirdos, you fall into the nerd and geeks category while also sometimes falling towards the weirdos; you go to the cinema on weekends, days spent at your house reading a book or sketching and painting, getting terrorized at school by the mean kids while having a specific friendship with your art teacher who understood you and your drawling and paintings, playing card games with your younger brother and grandfather while your grandmother cooks or bakes, riding your bike all around town, sneaking out your window at night to sit underneath your windowsill to sneakily smoke a cigarette, going shopping with your grandmother, talking with your grandfather on the porch as you work on your garden, reading comic books with your brother, cuddling with your cat, and visiting your mothers grave while actively ignoring your fathers. Dealing with horrible mental health issues, childhood trauma and overall life issues; all while being unaware you have the absolute attention of two boys, ones who wouldn’t be considered losers or geeks but not jocks either, and they seem to have their sights set on you. But, is it all good… or is it a little twisted?