My life is pretty shitty. I'm a high school dropout, the bitch I call a mother is a drug addict and we live in the poorest neighborhood in Los Angels. I don't think it's fair. I didn't ask for any of this. My mother spent all the money on drugs, instead of food and clothes. So now I'm on my own. I'm starving, I'm cold, and I have nowhere else to go. This is such bullshit. Until I encounter one man. A man named Mark Fischbach.