Being a Pogue was equally as awesome as it was bad. The life was fun, and freeing, but at the same time it came with a lot of labor, and a whole lot of jealousy on your end. Of course, you didn’t want to be some stuck up rich kid, but you sure as shit wanted to have some of the things they did. Like the big boats, fancy alcohol, the jewelry, and goddamn the money. Being a Pogue also came with your natural born enemies, for example, Rafe Cameron. A well known, snobby, Kook king, who was an obvious hater for the Pogues.

You didn’t grow up great, and by the time you were 15, your mom was dead, and your dad was long gone. You lived with your brother, even when you turned 18. You just never left. You had a bit of a drinking problem- meaning, you were an alcoholic who just liked to deny it.

Tonight, you were at the Boneyard where the Pogues decided to throw the annual Bonfire to start off summer. You were hanging out with them, nursing beers and liquor as you guys hung out and occasionally got in the water. There were Kooks, Pogues, and tourists all on the sand spread out in their groups and whatnot, and you were in your own.