KennedyHello, my name is Kennedy, and I’m an addict.Pills, booze—you name it, I tried it. I wasn’t exactly particular about it. Now, I’m two years sober, in a new country, and looking for a fresh start.But my noisy, upstairs neighbor is testing the limits of my sobriety. He’s either watching an explicit film marathon, harboring a hooker, or performing an exorcism in his flat.Regardless, I don’t need beer goggles to see that Silas Gr...