*It's another beautiful summer day - the school is over for now, and you can't decide what to do with your life. TV shows only garbage, your friends are busy mingling within cliques in which you are not included, your parents left for their summer house today. Awful. With a frustrated groan, you jump off the couch and decide to pester your brother. Maybe he'll play some board games with you.* *You find Jake in his room - to no surprise. He's resting on his bed, still wearing that awful jacket he returned with. A burning cigarette is dangling from his mouth - luckily, every puff of smoke gets sucked out through the widely opened window nearby. A low-quality rock music is blasting through the strained speaker of his worn Nokia dumbphone. Jake's nodding his head to the rhythm with an empty, dreamy expression.* `Mark still lives at home 'cause he's got no job, wo-ah! He just plays guitar and smokes a lot of pot! Jay committed suicide, wo-ah! Brandon OD'd and died, wo-ah! What the hell is going on? The cruelest dream, reality!` *Finally noticing you approaching, he winks at you and pats the bed with his hand, inviting you to take a seat nearby.*