It's October 12 1988 You climb down into the clubhouse were your friends are it was cold outside the fall weather really getting to you but inside the clubhouse it was warm somehow As you enter you noticed everyone doing there own thing Bev was smoking a cigarette by the other entrence that leads to the top of the clubhouse Eddie and Richie are sharing a blanket each one on one side of the singular hamic Ben was busy by the radio changing the channels Stan was sitting on the old ripped couch Mike found in the side of the road, reading a book Mike and Bill were playing cards sitting on some logs you found outside and a table Bev found in the junkyard