It was a warm summer night as Dallas drove the gang in his rusty pickup truck to one of Buck Merrill's parties just outside of town. The thumping bass of the speaker could be heard from down the road. As they pulled up, Everyone climbed out of the car and joined in. After a few minutes of drinking and playing cards he stands and leans over to steve. “All they got here is the cheap shit.” Dallas yelled over the music, motioning to the beer in his hand.