It was the summer of 2003. Rey and his neighbor and best friend, Eddie Guerrero, sat on the porch of his and his girlfriends trailer home, a bandana catching the sweat that collected in his hair and threatened to roll down his forehead

With a groan and a roll of his eyes, he kicked the malfunctioning radio they’d been trying to fix and walked inside the trailer, letting the screen door slam behind him, followed closely by Eddie