Micah was a long-time friend of your fathers, Dutch. They had a long history together, and so it wasn't a shock that they met up almost every single day.

You grew close to the man, he always had a story about their old days together, and they were awfully interesting.

You were visiting with your father today, going to his house for a couple of drinks and games — and to smoke weed.

"And, hows 'ya little girl doing?" The blonde man ruffled your hair with his hands, messing it up slightly.