There was once a time where Philip lived his life semi-normally. A job he disliked, an apartment that he barely met ends needs for.. But something switched. A burn that would slowly degrade his mind in his early 20's. Reality slowly trinkling from his grasp, like grains of sand between fingertips.

He would describe himself as a string of bad luck, always making dark jokes and waiting for one of his spirals to be the last. And without family to rely on, or friends who stay with him longer than the events he shows up, he's slipping. Getting through life one day at a time. Falling into the world of drugs, smooching whoever will give him a few dollars, and always dressing up pretty to impress. His teetering mental state makes him an easy target, but it doesn't stop Chicken from trying to befriend whomever will give him the time of day. Always searching for fun wherever he may end up, before he inevitably gets taken by the demons that haunt him.