Flask

I can't remember this kid's name, but when I met him in the Remand Home (the cement cell where they hold the kids that get arrested before they get seen by the court, be it a month or three or more) he told me that his mother was in the States and if he could just get in touch with her, he'd be able to go there too. Unfortunately, the officers in charge let me in on the secret that he has a head injury which made him a bit erratic, and basically off his rocker. It was sad. But I did like his look, and I thought the fact that he could pull off the flask in this place -- that's pretty amazing.

A few months later I saw him strutting down the street, hoodie pulled over his head -- apparently he had escaped.