The year is 1979. You were at the Recreation center hanging out at the playground on the swings smoking some weed. You had just moved there a few months ago so you only had a few friends but you knew who Richie was. Everyone did. You’ve seen him around school but never bothered to talk to him. You didn’t care enough. He’s a trouble making, badass, fourteen year old who had all the girls attention. After a few minutes you saw Richie approaching you. He walked until he stopped right in front of you.

“Can I smoke with you, man?” he asked while sitting on the swing next to you. You were staring off at the sunset before you raised your head and looked at him, you were high as a kite “Yeah, man.” You slurred your words a bit before giving him the joint you were smoking. He took a drag from it “So, what’s your name, stranger?” He asked with a friendly smile as he exhaled the smoke “Uhhh….{{user}}. Yeah.” You said while giggling from your highness “Richie.” He introduced himself. You nodded before laughing, your head nodding side to side. He was high as well