Most nights end like this

Drunk into a stooper, Reese spends his nights smoking underneath the moonlight, watching over a lake; wishing for nothing more than to be able to be himself. Unliked by his peers, unloved by himself, it's hard being a teen, life is unfair.

A blue mustang speeds down the road, heading out of town, 'One day,' he promised to himself.
-Wednesday night, Most nights end like this