Young Steve Perry (like from the late 70s) was apparently responsible for me. He wasn't my dad, but I lived in his house. I remember that some of his bandmates (that aren't his real bandmates irl) lived in the house. One band member's mom even lived there. I remember that Steve had this rule that I couldn't bring water into my room, but I wanted water at night, so I snuck it into my room and hid the bottle in my rain boots. I also remember that Steve got really annoyed at me a lot. I'm not really sure why.