The title is what i read in his facial expression. :) im gonna call this guy OC for th moment being because he doesn't have a name yet.

Sooo, he grew up in a pretty small town, and not a very nice one either. He has one older brother who is like 5 years older than him, and his dad was absent most of his childhood, and was always drunk and angry when he WAS there. Even so, his mother had always loved her husband and that led OC to admire and look up to his father, trying to be like him.

All because his father had managed to keep his beloved mother's heart. So, right off the bat, he didnt have great examples set. His mother tried, she really did, but she couldn't watch over them while she was at work. His school wasnt good either and he was bullied a lot. His schoolmates got him into "gangs" that seemed like childish clubs at the time, and they got him to start smoking and drinking under-age.

Money was always a problem, and so was the crime rate, which was over the charts. OC was robbed personally many times, but when his mother got robbed, well, he cared more. he joined a gang that promised to "protect" him and his family for his "services" and a share of the profit that he would make each day. His "jobs" went from pickpocketing, to stealing from others, to robbing stores. His mother never knew how he got the money, she was just told OC got a job.

One day, his brother went to prision and his father was found dead a few months later, his mother made a decision, she would use her savings to send OC to a better town and to a better school. OC was 16 at the time, he really didn't want to go and he and his mother had an argument that led to OC running away. From there he headed to California. He had his mother's guitar and tried to make a living as a singer/songwriter, but... money was still a problem. he had to get a job.

He worked at a gas station and made music in his free time. But the music industry is harsh and he quickly gav up the musician dream and started to focus more on his career. he changed jobs multiple times, each one better paying than the last, but each time he did...the more depression, sadness, regret, and stress kicked in. And, well, the more he drank. He couldn't bring himself to call his mother, or pick up the phone when she called, scared of what she'd say.

He missed her badly, but he was stubborn, even if there was no reason to be anymore. Over the years, he had a couple girlfriends, but either they left him or he left them, he didn't know how to keep a girl, his father wasnt there to show him how. It was a miracle that OC's mother loved her husband. Now he has an office job and lives in a small apartment, he still has his mother's guitar and he wears his father's boots, hat, and jacket almost daily. He also still has his motercycle,

and he would ride it as far and as fast as he could any chance he got, just trying to out-run memories.
And this is the trauma story i am going to build off of from here on out. .....any name ideas? :D i kinda want something of a southern/country feel to it.

brian chool

Okay! LOVE the first name! Definitely going with Brian, but maybe with a Y, like Bryan