Ms. Scott never stopped regretting the day she went out and bought Eddie his first bicycle. He never stopped riding it, and took great pleasure in wrecking the house in the bike's trail. When he was seven she got him a two-wheeler in hope that he would have more trouble driving it through the house, but he only managed to create even more of a mess with it. Frustrated, she turned to Eddie one day during dinner when he was twelve and began to lecture him.

"Edward, I simply cannot take it anymore! You refuse to help out around the house, you fail every subject at school, you drive your bicycle through the house creating a horrible mess, and you care about nothing but the horrible rock and roll music!"

Eddie tried to play it cool.

"Eveline, (he refused to call her "Mom") I just want to enjoy myself! If we lived somewhere instead of plain old Ohio I would have somewhere else to ride and not ride it through this shack!"

"Edward, if you must use your bike, I suggest you get a job with it! Deliver newspapers! You could help out with the bills!"

"I don't wanna!"

"I'm not asking you!"

Eddie tried to argue the point, but his mother held firm. So he began delivering issues of The Plain Dealer to every house in the small town of Denton, a job which he had for the rest of his life (although he began to deliver other things besides newspapers in his teens)

Two years later, Eddie still hated delivering papers at 6 AM every day. But then something else distracted him. Ms. Scott contracted a mystery illness and could not get out of bed. Eddie, who was genuinely upset, began to do the cooking and household chores, serving his mother when she got so sick she couldn't get out of bed.

Eventually, Uncle Everett came to help out at the house. His mother got worse and worse, and Dr. Scott had to take care of her because it became too much to handle.

Just before Eddie turned fifteen, the turning point in his life happened: Mrs. Scott succumbed to her illness and passed on.

"Vhat a sad occasion." Everett announced when he had to break the news to Eddie. "I shall have to plan a funeral. From now on, Eddie, you may stay vith me."

But after the small funeral, (Dr. Scott and him were the only guests) Eddie ran off with nothing but his inheritance and bicycle, staying on his shady "friends" couches. Nevertheless, he continued his job as a delivery boy (delivering pizzas instead of newspapers) to pay for his rock-and-roll and porn magazines and to save up for his dream item: a motorbike ("Disgusting," Dr. Scott muttered when he heard about his nephew's dream)

His money grew very quick when his "friend" Joel pulled him aside one day. "Hey, Eddie," he asked. "You wanna sell drugs for me? Tons of money in the business, I'll pay you half of the profits and you can use what you don't sell."

"Use?" Eddie asked, curious. For he had managed to steer clear of that rebellious area, even though all his other teenaged croonies used them regularly.

"Dude!" Joel exclaimed in surprise. "You mean you've never shot up before?"

"No! Uncle Everett says they're horrible!"

"Your Uncle's an idiot! Have one!" And Eddie learned what it was like to get high for the first time. Needless to say, Dr. Scott did not approve when he found out.

"Eddie! Vhat on Earth did you do?" Everett asked when Eddie came home staring into deep space with a strange, glazed look in his eyes.

"I just went on a way-out experience, Uncle!"

"You had drugs! I forbid you from seeing your rebellious friends again! They are a bad influence!"

Eddie was very ticked off by this statement, and pulled out something from his pocket that Joel had given him: a switchblade knife. He put the knife against his Uncle's throat (Everett was powerless to defend himself in his wheelchair) and said "If you try to ban me from doing drugs, old man, I'll cut your throat!" (Though he probably didn't mean it)

"Eddie! Get out of here! I won't hurt you!" (Dr. Scott had given up on Eddie at this point)

So Eddie quietly slipped the knife back in his pocket and walked out of the house. Dr. Scott quietly wheeled himself away and began to decide a science lesson for the next day.

One month later, Eddie had saved enough money from delivering and got his first motorbike.