It had been a little over a year since the deaths of Edward and Alice Trent, and it hit Johnny hard. During the winter and summer, he lived with his uncle Eric and Aunt Mallory, but the rest of the year was still being spent at Roger Sherman High School for Boys, where his parents' deaths had severely affected his choice of friends. He still had many of his old friends, but now he also ran with a rougher crowd. These days he spent his non-school nights partying and his Saturday and Sunday mornings wondering what he had done that he couldn't remember, and regretting what he did remember.
Flashback to Johnny's first party:
"Yo, Dwayne! 'Sup?" Johnny asked one Friday night.
"It's all good in da hood, man. Enjoying the party?"
"Not really."
"What's wrong, dude?"
"I don't know anyone here, man."
"Dude, chillax. Why don't you meet my friend Sam?" he asked, handing Johnny a bottle of Samuel Adams
"What the hell. Over the lips and past the gums, look out liver here it comes" Johny said as he took a swig.
The only thing he remembered the following day was that he had spent the whole night before driving a stark white bus.
End flashback.
It was that night that officially sent his life into a downward spiral.