I suppose how you can begin this story is always to present myself. My title is Hector and I am a nineteen year old first year scholar at a college in regards to a two hour travel from home. The vehicle I drove, a current year Honda Mustang was a senior high school graduation gift from my parents. Luckily, my family was well down indicating I'd never experienced economic complications at any time within my life. My dad was a huge shot attorney who had seldom been home when I was growing up. Dad had committed his living to attaining wealth through his career. Alexandros, usually resolved as Alex, was a sizable, previously well developed man of Greek heritage. Over the years, Father had morphed in to a fat slob and a drunk. My mom, Angelika, also of Greek heritage, could have been the exact antithesis of my father. Mother was committed to your prolonged household, myself, and our home. My last summer home before university looked to find me in a Fentysmith perpetual state of blue...