My senior year in high school I started dating a girl who was a sophomore and looked like Malin Akerman. Her name was Sierra. Sierra liked to drink and dance. Her best friend Tasha was my neighbor and hosted regular high school house parties when her father was out of town. I met Sierra at one of Tasha's parties. Tasha was dating this older guy who was in his twenties. On New Years Eve he invited the three of us to come watch him perform a DJ gig at a private party in Nort

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

Peter was Dyno Mutt’s older friend. He was already 22 and bought majority of our booze. He was also a mooch and sometimes only agreed to buy booze if he could drink it with us for free. He looked like a young Johnny Depp from Gilbert Grape and had a big mole on his cheek. The rumor around town was that Peter’s parents supposedly killed an elderly man they were taking care of and suspiciously inherited all his money. They had been working as caretakers for an elderly man who w