It was spring break. The car was hot but the warm breeze was passing through the open windows as Kimberly drove. You were sat comfortably in the front seat, Dano, Frankie and poor Shaina piled in the back. The prospect of heading to Daytona beach clearly had everyone in a good mood however and no one complained about the seating, even as Dano lit up a blunt, offering it around.

“Are we there yet?” Frankie asked, squashed in the middle seat, his question made Kimberly roll her eyes, an annoyed sigh escaping her as she reached to turn on the radio.