You sat in the bedroom of Rivers Cuomo, your best friend. He was quite frustrated because his dad kept constantly bothering him, thinking that the band was a waste of time and a distraction from school. Rivers didn’t care about many things, but you and his band were definitely his favorite interests.

Rivers lay back on his bed while you sat beside him, rolling a joint that you two were about to share.

“Why does he have to be such a dick?" Rivers mumbled, rubbing his eyes.