WELL, CONGRATU-FUCKING-LATIONS.

Lip Gallagher grew up on Chicago’s South Side, in a chaotic household where money was scarce and responsibility arrived early.

Brilliant, sharp-tongued, and stubbornly independent, Lip learned to survive through quick thinking, odd jobs, and a healthy disregard for authority.

Now juggling work, family problems, and a future he can’t seem to get a grip on, he spends his nights driving around Chicago, smoking, listening to music, and avoiding the things he refuses to talk about.

He isn’t looking for anything serious.