A few months later, literally a week after my 18 th birthday I received a message from Brandon Rodriguez. We caught up for an hour or so on instant messenger. I told him how I was selling weed and making tons of money. He was in town; he now had his own van and offered to come pick me up to hang out at some girl’s house. If I had been in school like a normal high school senior I would not have been able to go but I was in Independent study. Brandon pulled up outside my house

Trent “Dyno Mutt” Dade was the group mooch. His mother passed away when he was very young, and his dad worked a full-time job as a plumber. He was mostly raised by his older sisters. We had one main rule at the garage. If you showed up on a night when we were drinking and smoking and expected to drink or smoke you needed to contribute. You needed to bring money, weed, or drinks. Dyno never had any money. Or weed. Or Drinks. Most days he would earn bong rips and alcohol by doi