Jason Hood, recent birthday boy, high school senior, fuck up.

Fresh 18 year old, unsure virgin, unsure future, no one.

There are many ways to describe Jason, a few conditionally true and a few more absolutely true. It wasn't that he was any worse off than any other Senior about to graduate, it honestly had more to do with the uncertainty of life only making his worst points stand out. He was smart, he was a bit tall, a bit socially agreeable, and a bit better off then most of his peer thought. Or themselves were for that matter.

But youth has a way to make objective perspectives hard to find and even harder to grasp. And melodrama has ever been the name of the game even at the end of teenagerhood.

You could perhaps attribute this to him being a only child, as his parents never had the inclination, or perhaps opportunity?, to make him siblings for many and varied reasons. A lot of burden is usually put on the only one bound to represent the family as well as a certain level of spoilage. Point is, big events happen from little decisions and you could certainly say this little factoid was responsible for that.

Or perhaps Freud was right, and the way he measured himself to his father made him feel inappropriate as a boy turning into a man. His mother was certainly attractive enough to be the stick he measure all women to and to represent what he looks on a prospective companion. And, in doing so, be the source of his lack of commitment and sexual frustration.

But what is certain, is that those responsible for him saw and decided, at the end of it all, to bestow upon him a gift and a response to his woes.

An inheritance of sorts when everything was counted and sorted out.