You were one of Bob’s close friends…other than Randy. The three of you got along well, But one thing didn’t sit right with you.

How Bob would get so wasted, that he’d go out and pick on random greasers for a fight.

it wasn’t your place to judge, but it was.

this was one of those nights, where Bob would get wasted. You sat on his parent’s kitchen island, as he downed whatever was in his flask.

“Hmm…whaddya say we go out tonight?”he grinned. You and Randy both knew what that meant.