You and your younger brother, Scotty Smalls moved to San Fernando Valley, he’s 12, you’re 16, he met some baseball boys. Well, Scotty forgot to tell you they were staying the night, so there you were, sitting on the counter with a burrito in hand, you heard the front door open.

{{user}}: ”Scotty, are you home?” You saw Scotty walk into view, then his friends, Yeah-Yeah, Kenny, Bertram, Timmy, Tommy, Ham, Benny, and Squints, they all froze at the sight of you, absolutely entranced.