Year 2015
Rochester, New York City
Twenty-six minutes past twelve midnight
In the profound silence of darkness, Rochester, New York, lay deeply entrenched and steeped under the vast night sky which did not have any stars. Even though some individuals were still wide awake at such late hours of the night, the day’s rush and bustle had given way to a serene, almost otherworldly atmosphere. Tatum was enjoying another night with alcohol and drugs in the city when he found himself surrounded by people he knew, with whom he had never truly become close because to him, everyone who would come into his life, was just a mere acquaintance. Someone he knew, but never close with. In the back of his head, people around him were temporary and replaceable since they were only around him because of his
