They were shameless highschool dropouts, the kind when asked by your parents what school they went to you would be forced to lower your voice and say, "well, actually, they dropped out of school..." Like the highschool dropout stereotype, Tom lived in his mother's basement,. He and Mike lived off pizza and crystal meth. Sprawled out on the linty plaid sofa, a scratchy pillow wedged behind his back, Tom sipped noisily from a mountain dew. He was watching Mikes backside shift as he programmed the VCR. They were going to watch XXX Supervixens for the third time that week. It was too cold to go outside. The sound of staged passion on the television filled the room, Mike turned his head, a deranged smile swept across his face, as if he had too many teeth. Mike loved the ladies. So much that he had to get the law involved. Exposed himself, getting friendly with some catholic girls. Mike was the guy who honked his horn and whistled out car windows. He never kept a job, one too many sexual harrasment suits. Tom worked the night shift at the WaWa Mart. Clipping lottery tickets and filling the tanks of rich Jersey residents.
"I gotta go to work." he said, attempting to lift himself from the sofa."
"Oh man," said Mike, eyes still glued to the screen. "Fucking job wont get you anywhere, what you wanna be a slave for the man?"
Tom gazed for a moment and his salivating scragly haired friend.
"Fuck it." he said. "Lets get high."