I'll be the first to admit it. We were bad kids. I spent a lot of time with Evan, Gary,

Josh and Rob during my developing years and we were an absolute pain in the ass. Evan

always had some insane idea, we all just pushed each other to do worse and worse. One day

we could challenge each other to break a window. The next we might sit on his dog loose.

We once caught a badger and locked it in a gym teacher's car. I know, it was all awful.

We never really considered how others would feel. In our minds it was always about pushing our limits.

This was not about how we treated others. We were selfish.

It was summer. I was 12 years old and it was the first time it all got really out of hand.

Evan had found his dad's handgun and all the revolver. He loaded it with six bullets and we

were going down to the old storage yard to shoot some cans. The place had been abandoned for years

and all that remained were empty storage containers. Most of them have been stuck there since

the 70s, rusted shut. We all got a turn with the gun. Gary hit a glass bottle spot on,

Josh hit one, but it didn't shatter. Rob missed all together. My shotter can make it flip.

We were cheering and passing it around pretending to be action heroes. With two bullets left,

it was Evan's turn. He brought the gun to begin with, so we argued he should get two shots.

He posed with it like he was the Terminator. I got a challenge guys, he grinned. One of you

got us sleeping in container. No way, said Gary. Let's cross. Rats everywhere. Yeah, screw that,

said Josh. No one's doing that. Evan pulled the trigger and shot straight into the ground.

No one was ready for it, so we all stepped back. There was smoke coming from the hole in the ground.

He held the gun up, pointing it at us one after another.

We need a volunteer, he said. Well, you know, we could play Russian Roulette. You want to go first?

He was pointing at me. I almost peed myself. We're going to sake, Yard Rob. Fine, I'll do it,

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