We all have that one feeling growing up in modern suburbia, that feeling, is loneliness.
There is a boy coming of adulthood that is still yet to face many challenges in his life. He faces one that shall never compare to the rest, his disability to overcome the feeling of being alone. This boys name is Greg (Gregory). Greg was just but a young boy coming on 5 when his mother had passed away from complete liver failure. For the rest of his life up until now, he fears the fate of his father meeting the same as his mother did. Greg having the trauma in his life you would find it justified that he has strange fascinations, he likes the cold nights because the air kisses his skin harshly and numbs his muscle, he loves cigarettes because they satisfy his hunger for food.
Greg does not pain such as an everyday child would. When he is hurt it would seem as though venom from a snake raced through his veins, and in an attempt to get it out he places steel to his wrist and chest crying in the many but few memories of his mother. He has recently lost a close friend due to the very unexpected event of a motorcycle crash, the only feeling that returns is not one of sadness but more the returning loneliness of now having lost his only friend. He sits on the floor of his once upon a time living room that is no longer filled as his father has sold all furniture in the household to satisfy his "need" for alcohol. Greg stares aimlessly through the only window in the room from where he is seated with but only one thought, how his life would be better if his mother was still there to change the outcome of his life. It is now that he understands the only person who will ever be responsible of his fate is himself.
