It was New Year’s Eve, the last one of high school and we were all stoned off our asses. There was a horror movie streaming on the big screen TV, which no one was watching because we were checking social media, bantering, joking and laughing like crazy.
Let me start off by admitting flat out that what we were doing was almost totally illegal and somewhat stupid, although we weren’t drinking or planning on driving anywhere.
There were the seven of us in the basement of Dave Rover’s house. We were all underage and doing drugs. Rover’s parents were out at a grown-up party. Rover’s sister was at a sleepover.
Coming 2019… a novel for young adults (and old adults with a sense of humor)