pAfter a week, the novelty of not having anyone telling him what to do was wearing off, and Pickles was starting to feel the cold at night. He was going to school just for something to do, and he started looking for parties every night for somewhere to go and for some easy booze. /p
pThere was a guy he sometimes partied with. His name was Donny, but everyone called him Big D. He was 19 years old and was doing his senior year for the second time. Pickles thought that might have less to do with his brains, though, and more to do with the fact that he was a supplier for a lot of the school./p
pIt might have been a stretch to call them friends, but they talked sometimes at parties. The next Friday night, Pickles was particularly drunk, and he ended up confiding in Big D about his situation./p
p"Look, if you can pay me a hundred bucks a month, you can sleep on my couch," Donny told him./p
pPickles didn't have a hundred bucks right now, but he had seen a 'help wanted' sign earlier that day at the Dairy Queen next to the park./p