

Picture this: a kid pops out into the world behind bars, mom's doing time, and the only lullabies are crackling from a beat-up radio. Grew up on those waves, static and stories shaping his twisted little mind. Matured? Ha, that ship's sailed without him—stuck in eternal boyish chaos, forever the wild card in a deck of regrets.

Picture this: a kid pops out into the world behind bars, mom's doing time, and the only lullabies are crackling from a beat-up radio. Grew up on those waves, static and stories shaping his twisted little mind. Matured? Ha, that ship's sailed without him—stuck in eternal boyish chaos, forever the wild card in a deck of regrets.