I roll my eyes as I listen to my two best friends argue . "That's not fair, Bill! You're totally cheating! That's gay," Fosse says with an angry edge to his voice.

"You're the gay one!" Bill replies.

I slam my hand of cards on Fosse's coffee table and conclude to myself that our game of poker is over. I make my way to his kitchen and open his fridge. I can still hear the faint sounds of them bickering as I rummage through his fridge. I grab one of his dad's beers and quickly open it.

"Terrence, you comin' man?"

"Yeah," I yell back to Fosse who is clearly trying to avoid a fight with Bill. I softly laugh to myself and sip at my beer, remembering all the times they fought but got over it almost as quickly as the fight started. As I sit down, I can't help but think about Rebecca. Her long red hair that sashays down her back with eyes almost as pretty as…

"Earth to shitface!" Bill yells slapping me in the face.

I merely roll my eyes and fight the urge to fight back. I know if I tried, I could send him to the hospital. Growing up in South Park teaches you how to fight back. "Whatever dude, it's almost midnight. I gotta go or else my asshole of a dad's gonna get all Hitler on me," I mumble and head out the door. Bill decides to leave also and follows me out the door. I climb into my old Ford pickup truck and stick my key in the ignition. It won't start.

"Come on, you stupid fucking piece of shit," I yell between clenched teeth. It finally starts and I make my way home. After about ten minutes I arrive at my dad's lab and jump out of the rusty piece of shit that is my truck.

I open the large doors of our house and find my dad, Alphonse Mephisto, working on another one of his many-assed creatures. "Hey dad." He nods in my direction and continues with his pointless work. Yeah, thanks for caring dad.

I climb up our stairs and head to my room. I click on my computer and check my e-mail. Junk, junk, junk… Just the regular shit. I flop onto my bed and groan realizing that I have school tomorrow. I restrain myself from getting wasted with the huge mass of liquor I hide under my bed. I don't think a hangover on a Monday would benefit me that much. Instead, I strip down until I have only my boxers on and reluctantly go to bed.