Painted Heart // The Sandlot

I lived on the streets my whole life. I wasn't very smart and had never attended a school once in my life. Well maybe I did once but I was to young to remember.

I was about as stone cold as I felt. I had no emotion towards anything. I just slept in alleyways and painted things late at night. I hated my name so I went by something I came up with. I feel it suited me better.

Until I met him. Gosh dang that jerk changed me. Maybe it was for the better.