Vincent Kennedy

His first long-haul flight had been nothing special.. just long and boring. For the first time.. or, well, the second time, he set foot in the United States, the country where he’d been born. This time, though, he was here to take care of some business. As usual, he hadn’t told his parents.. but he didn’t need to. She.. always found him anyway, and he.. well, he was still very busy and almost always on the move. But Vincent was fine with that.. he knew how to keep himself occupied.. and he had plenty to do himself.
“Pure nature and stretching my legs to beat jet lag.. very creative, but unfortunately, complete bullshit.”