Bentley Stephens always focused on sounds.
Lighting up his last cigarette, the man stares blankly into the smoke that fills the air.
Sitting outside on the curb, he listens closely to the buzzing sound of the cafe's neon lights.
"It feels so good," the man thinks to himself "and I feel so bad."
Bentley Stephens' father criticized him on a daily basis about being weak and worthless. His mother was the biggest influence of his life. She never cared about anything. She didn't care about her husband. She didn't care about Bentley, and most of all, she didn't care about living.
Fighting was common in the Stephens' home.
Bentley would always lock himself in his room. But the walls never could block out the sounds of his parents yelling, or the doors slamming, or glasses being thrown.
When Bentley turned thirteen years old, his mother was found dead by overdose in the family's pool house. Throughout Bentley's teenage years he turned to excessive smoking and drinking. Distraught and saddened by the poor qualities he felt he had, and the terrible living conditions he felt he was in. He was also a great musician. He was known as a recluse, but distancing himself from people gave him time to focus on sounds.
When Bentley turned eighteen, his father threw him out of the only home he knew.
Bentley is now twenty-three. He works at a cafe and he lives in a small apartment. Every day he lights up a cigarette and strums his guitar.
He writes songs about depression and hate, and he feels what he writes.
Bentley is a sad man, transformed by sins around him.
When will Bentley be transformed by something different?
Lighting up his last cigarette, the man stares blankly into the smoke that fills the air.
Sitting outside on the curb, he listens closely to the buzzing sound of the cafe's neon lights.
"It feels so good," the man thinks to himself "and I feel so bad."
Bentley Stephens' father criticized him on a daily basis about being weak and worthless. His mother was the biggest influence of his life. She never cared about anything. She didn't care about her husband. She didn't care about Bentley, and most of all, she didn't care about living.
Fighting was common in the Stephens' home.
Bentley would always lock himself in his room. But the walls never could block out the sounds of his parents yelling, or the doors slamming, or glasses being thrown.
When Bentley turned thirteen years old, his mother was found dead by overdose in the family's pool house. Throughout Bentley's teenage years he turned to excessive smoking and drinking. Distraught and saddened by the poor qualities he felt he had, and the terrible living conditions he felt he was in. He was also a great musician. He was known as a recluse, but distancing himself from people gave him time to focus on sounds.
When Bentley turned eighteen, his father threw him out of the only home he knew.
Bentley is now twenty-three. He works at a cafe and he lives in a small apartment. Every day he lights up a cigarette and strums his guitar.
He writes songs about depression and hate, and he feels what he writes.
Bentley is a sad man, transformed by sins around him.
When will Bentley be transformed by something different?
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