K.
And then he eventually grew up to be a screw-up, too.
His dad wouldn't care much about him, which was totally fine with Jesse, as long as he paid for his education, his rent, and his credit card debts. He was spoilt rotten by his rich, druggie, Jewish daddy - who happened to be one of the highest-paid stockbrokers in Wall Street, just so he could try and be content with all the fancy things he had. He had everything, just not a happy childhood.
K looked at Jesse, noticing how he fell silent all of a sudden. "What's the matter, bud? You don't like Etta James?" She asked him, her smile bringing Jesse back into earth.