vincent hyde / district 5

There's a reason people call me for a good time.

'Cause I bring the drugs and the liquor. It's easy for me to get. I live on the shitty side of town in a double wide, just me and my mom. Dad left before I was born and mom works night shifts at the diner up the street, so what's a curfew? Never heard of that. Eric always talks about having to be home by eleven and I'm just like - bro, the fuck you mean? That's early! I woke up from a nap thirty minutes before that, refreshed and ready for whatever the rest of the night has to offer.

Either way though, I can get you whatever you need.
Any time, any place. As long as you got the cash.

I don't do shit for free. If my mom has ever given me a good piece of advice, it's don't do nothing unless they offer to pay you. She may be a drunk and never around, but she's not wrong. It's gotten me into trouble before, obviously. The Keepers ride your ass if you live below the poverty line. They just walk around our side of town looking for an excuse to haul one of us in on some bullshit charge. I've lost track how many times I've been picked up honestly.

Classism, man. It's fuckin horseshit.
We're out here trying to live while the system keeps beating us down.

But fuck it, dude. That's why me, Kelso, and Eric all get high and party in his basement. It's our own little fuck you to the man every time we roll up and hit it. If Eric's dad ever catches us, though, he'll probably call the Keepers on me himself. And there will be nothing Ma can do to get me out, not after the last time they held me overnight. 

Who knows though? Haven't seen Ma in over a week, not since she took off last Saturday with her new boyfriend Charlie on his motorcycle.

Hope she gets back soon, though. 
I'm almost out of food... and clean clothes.