It's me. Lachlan Preston. The youngest and dopest Preston Punk.
I'm ten now, and last year, Mitchell (the snot eater), he told me you weren't real.
Honestly, I don't know what to think. But my brother Leo - he's always said that it's important to believe in something. And I guess with Christmas only a few days away, I'm choosing to believe in you. The thing is, old man, we could really use your help. See, Leo has this girl. I'm pretty sure he's...
Every year it was the same thing; Crystal’s mansion of a cabin out in the middle of nowhere. That’s what spring break meant since we were sixteen. Too loud music. Too much alcohol. Too many girls. It was perfect.
Now we were twenty and shit like that got old real quick.
My gaze moved to the front passengers seat of Brad’s car. Trent had turned around, facing me with his tongue out pretending to have his way with the seat. May...