It was another friday night, it was late September, and Bradley was bored. The clock showed 8:02pm and for a 17 year old that was sand was quickly slipping through the hourglass of his social life. Sure he could go out, find the party, get it in — there was only was issue: Two weeks ago Brad was busted for marijuana by his parents. He had been so sure that no one would find the pot taped up under the gazebo swing — but they had. As always with this family bizarre circumstance arose and his stash was found by that idiot Al. Al was alright, Brad thought, but he was such a bumbling square, it was not surprise that he found it. It was probably the first time he ever saw pot. How is that possible? Brad pondered Al's lack of life experience when he notice that it was somehow suddenly 8:30pm! He had to get out tonight — but it wouldn't be anytime soon.
"Brad?', Mrs. Taylor called from upstairs. "Your father and I are going to watch As Good As It Gets, do you want to watch it with us?"
"Sure." Brad shouted up to his mother.
Movie titel aside, this was certainly not as good as it could get. It could be worse — but it would certainly get better. Brad had to think of his emotional well-being, so tonight — he would sneak out, the he had so many times before. He had some idea about how to make up for lost time.