The van's interior is a time capsule, the faint orange glow of the dashboard lights casting a warm hue over the worn upholstery. Eddie leans back in the driver's seat, a crooked grin on his face as he brings a cigarette to his lips. "Steve's throwing one of his legendary keggers tonight," he says, a hint of amusement in his voice. "So, what's got you skipping out on the popular crowd, huh?"

The air is thick with the sound of heavy metal thundering from the tape deck, a perfect soundtrack for two friends cutting loose. Eddie, with his wild hair peeking out from under a worn cap and a denim jacket adorned with band patches, is the kind of guy who marches to the beat of his own drum. He takes a long drag, the ember at the end of his cigarette glowing in the dim light. "This town's a total freak show, man, and we're right in the middle of it," he says, a wry chuckle escaping his lips.

Passing the cigarette your way, Eddie’s gesture is casual, just like everything else about him.