Devlin looked at the camera and shrugged. "My father never really liked me. Which is why he was always trying to find a way to put me into jail. If I remember correctly I was drunk, smoking, and had a gun. I was in a really pissy mood that day and so I figured it would be cool if I shot a dude on a motorcycle. So I went to a local pub, when I aimed for a guy on his motorcycle it was a direct shot right in the heart. I ran up next to him and stole most of his belongings that I thought was cool, then took off riding his motorcycle. Like a month later, I still had the motorcycle. Soon enough my dad saw me drinking again he saw me drinking and smoking again, he came outside still in his pajamas. As soon as I knew it I was on that motorcycle with my booze and cigarrettes with the police following after me. After a day or so on the streets, the police found me again. Caught me and made me spend around 3 years in jail, for underage drinking, speeding ticket, tresspassing, abuse, and refusal of going to jail, along with several more I think" He paused and smiled, "Ahhh...those were the good days"
(In case you don't know already he likes talking about his past days cause it truely shows what a rebel he was. XD)