THE BEGINNING
Peter Cochrane, 17, of Beverly Hills looked around the mostly deserted street. He looked at the late model Mercedes and drooled. He had a Mustang at home but really wanted a Mercedes, another bummer by his parents. He hated living at home with his totally square parents, that's if he saw them. Mother was always doing lunch and charity events and all his father did was work, work and work some more. He had charge accounts all over the place and went to the finest prep school in LA. His parents hadn't attended even one of his baseball games. He stuck his hands in his jean pockets and leaned against the telephone pole. His leather jacket was zipped up against the cool night fog and he could see his breath.
It was midnight on a Saturday night and his parents were off someplace, leaving him to the maid, butler and cook. Off in the corner he saw his local drug dealer, he wandered over. The streets were filled with people and cars since they were leaving the local clubs and moving on to other clubs. He thought about his fake idea but wasn't in the mood for the loud music or the people. Besides all he had to do was slip some bread to the bouncers and they were more than happy to let him in, under age and all.
"Hey man." Pete said coolly. "Looking to score some grass."
The dealer pushed down his sunglasses and looked at him.
"Man, can't you get enough." The dealer laughed. "How much man?"
"Well man I'm having a party. How about 4 dime bags?" Pete asked and reached into his pocket for the cash.
"I got it." the dealer said, smiled and reached into deep jacket pockets. "Now this is really good stuff wowie. Imported s**t."
"Good we really need a good party." Pete smiled and paid the dealer. The dealer handed him the bags and then he stuck them in his jacket pocket. "See ya around man."
The dealer waved him off and Pete headed back to the street. He was supposed to meet his friend, Kevin near Hollywood and Vine and go to his house. Kevin's parents were off to Europe for a second honeymoon. Leaving Kevin alone in the house and time to party.
Pete walked to the corner and waited, patting the bags of weed, knowing it was going to be a great big gas.