So, it was Rusty's birthday on the 16th of May.  He had just turned 18.  He had been quiet antisocial for the past few months and was thinking of rejoining the social fray.  But he decided that it could wait and that he needed more time to develope his own artistic abilities-that was the reason for his lack of presence.  His birthday, being so uneventful left him with a bad taste in his mouth of the lackluster celebration.  He didn't really care about the celebration as he was just happy that someone had remembered him.  However, that day everything that could have gone wrong did and needless to say he was frustrated.  Out of this frustration he went to go buy his cigarretes and pornography like a good 18 year old should.

...To be continued