What is it that defines a person? is it being human? the desire to socialise and spread, to love and hate , or is it the people around us. The people who influence us to do stupid reckless things or those who guide us and nurture us providing a goal to reach, something to aspire too?Or rather is it our suffering that defines us , our pain that sets us apart and yet draws us closer as we seek comfort even in those we may not like. When is it that we know who we really are, no petty griviences or dispute just a serenty an ephiphany almost or recognising who you are.This is a story of one such life , a like just like ours.Warning : I haven’t written in a long long time , my bad really , please bear with if not up to standards, in which case i apologise. SOME FOUL LANGUAGE WILL BE USED, only minorly though