stan hated this. He hated this stupid farm, this stupid company,… and especially that stupid towel. He missed his friends, he missed hanging out with them more often, he missed Kyle. He wanted to go home.

he sighed, getting up from bed and heading into the kitchen to make breakfast. It wasnt surprising to see Randy and towelie smoking a joint by the counter, so Stan ignored them as he made some cereal and ate it. It was the weekend, so there wasn’t any school.

“Can you please take that outside, dad?” stan asked, turning to face him.