Mood: It’s October 8th, 2007. The year has been unseasonably dry. Fat Tony got eight cartons of lights at a mad discount from his boy upstate, and Amber got her hash oil recipe right for the first time and we’re making spliffs. Nick the Douchebag blocks the school doors with his Hummer for two hours playing Keaseby Nights on loop, and the whole hill starts singing the chorus like it’s a protest song until the SRO gives up and goes inside to replace her nicotine patch. Life is good, for a while