So we lived in a foster home, which was a bitch. It meant you had to double up with someone else in a room. I was one of the lucky ones, since I had only one bed in my room. I went to school, hated it, came home, did my homework, interwebbed, went to sleep. lather, rinse, repeat. Life is good for jake, but he's getting tired of the constant normality, that is until "he" turns up...