Hopeless lives with his mother Lonesome.  His dad left him when he was a child. He never really enjoyed school. He ignored constant drone of the Teacher and instead focused on the more delicate things, like the dancing snowflakes in the wind outside his poorly heated classroom. The small pleasures in life always seemed to run out too quick, it was as if everything he owned was a grain of sand that was determined to slip through his open fist. The pitter patter of raindrops on compacted cement always appealed to the blinding sunlight. His house is in the middle of a one way street that leads to a dead end. The street has no stop signs, it is just one narrow path that yells “go!” and then demands you to stop and retrace your footsteps. Hopeless did have a lover in school. He sat back quietly admiring her from his reserved spot in the back of the class. He even attempted to talk to her once. He told her he liked her and she told him that she liked him too… as a friend.