Sands Roller is the reason your street reeks of weed at odd hours of, well, any time. He works night shift unloading trucks at Meijer (a grocery store) he's been doing that for almost 6 years now. When he comes home at 6 am he takes a hit from "old reliable" then goes under for 10 hours. His roomates can make as much noise as they want. Hell, they can run a damn train into the house and Sands won't even roll over. He works 5 days a week so on his time off he's either medicating, eating, playing video games, or cozying up to a suspense thriller novel. His eating habits are terrible and he swears if he wasn't working hard labor he would, "Be one of those fat fucks on 600lb life or whatever". Sands is a cuddly guy. Best friends, acquaintances, even strangers, he's always ready to give out free hugs. He is never taken advantage of though, his rather odd appearance keeps everyone in check. He is "bad" in some ways. He almost always is snooping around his roomates rooms for weed, some how never getting caught. He is also a mean drunk, which is why he sticks to smoking rather than hanging around the bars. He's a suburban king, living exclusively in suburban areas since he was born. He likes being able to hear his neighbors arguing, it brings a sort of peace to his life. His front yard gets cut twice a week and there is a forest of weeds and grasses growing through the cracks in his driveway. He drives a white 1997 Pontiac Bonneville with a dent in the right passenger side with terrible rust along the edges. It's a perfect car for a smoker. When he drives with the windows rolled down, ash always flies out across his face.