"You don’t know a thing about me.” He practically snarls as he looks at his neighbor with red-rimmed eyes; nostrils flaring and throat thick. He hadn’t expected anyone to come to his apartment. Not since she was taken from him. But he supposed the lack of noise could be worrying to some. Likehe had finally offed himself and was a corpse just waiting tostink up the complex or something. At that moment, though,Kenny couldn’t care less about what anyone thought of him.None of that mattered now. He doubted it really had to beginwith. ”I lost her, Angela.” He laughs —- a short, bitter sound as he stares through rather than at the girl standing before him. “And I’m never going to get her back. She’s with her real family now.” The emptied bottles at his feet were cause for the slight slur in his voice, but the admission was all him. He probably needed to tell someone before the truth ate him up and spit him out completely. “And now —— I have nothing. And there’s no point of living through something if there’s nothing to survive for.” He should have been a life coach or motivational speaker instead of a musician, clearly.