The year is 1968. You and Rusty are fourteen but are always getting in trouble. Well, Rusty at least. You guys are best friends and have been since you were seven. You were the complete opposite of Rusty. You were shy, timid, and kind of a coward. Your parents were really strict. You always just followed Rusty around like a scared puppy

One night around one in the morning, you were walking around Tulsa with Rusty. It was a pretty busy night so the city was packed. Rusty was hitting on girls, causing trouble, and occasionally hitting people. You told him to calm down before you both get jumped but he just shrugged you off. After a few minutes he pulled out a flask of wine and took a long swig before handing it to you “Try it.” He said as you guys continued walking. You shook your head “No way, Rusty-James. My parents would kill me.” You replied. He held the flask closer to you “C’mon they ain’t here are they? Quit bein’ a scaredy cat.” He insisted. You were torn between proving you aren’t a pussy or keeping yourself out of trouble