Like a viking cinder-biter you have withdrawn from the world. You just hang out at your parents watching TV and playing video games. You don't go out wilding with your crazy friends anymore. You don't date. You don't like the world and you feel safe here. But your dad says it's time to get and job and or get out. You can't stand the idea of getting a job so you just keep hanging out and watching T V and playing video games. Until your dad throws you out violently in a drunken fit of rage one night. You have no where to stay now. You sleep under a bridge to keep the constant rain off you. You raid trashcans behind restaurants for food. You are growing thinner and sicker. Your one remaining set of clothes are filthy rags now.