An Epic Journey...if thats the proper title

"Shit, he's getting out of the car?!!? Drive! Drive! DRIVE!"

"Thats the fourth fucking time I've driven through that ghetto. Shit Jack call your mom. FUCK YOU BILL!?!"

Earlier that night

The team strolled out of the school, smiles spread across every face. Bill beamed from rosy cheek to rosy cheeck, panting for the next breath of air has he hauled the heavy tub across the parking lot. The lights in the school shut off abruptly, for several moments the team strolled in the darkness, lost. The street-lights flickered on as night consumed the little city of Evanston. Garrett, Noah, and I jogged over to the car, laughing at some obscene joke, reveling in our youth and freedom...the glory of a car.

"Garrett!" Bill shouted across the parking long, begging for attention.

"Yea Bill!" Garrett replied, breaking from the revelry to handle logistics...the glory of adulthood.

"The hotel is only a couple of minutes from here sooo Charlie and Butters thought it might be fun to check out the IHOP a couple blocks from here, grab some hefty food for 'the fatty'".

"Sounds good fatty *chuckle*" Famous last words...

The city of Evanston is most famously recognized as the host-city for the Northwestern campus. The campus encompasses approximately three-fourths of the city. The team had been there for a local school tournament, hosted by the Illinois League as a intensive practice before the State Tournament several days later, but it remains true to this day, that the most memorable moment from that tournament is not the unconventional round, but the journey home. Several blocks later, Bill turned through a red light, from the center lane, into oncoming traffic, managing to completely avoid harm but severe Garrett, Noah, and I from the rest of the group. An odyssey of epic proportion began from that small, nigh suicidal, act.

The story is gonna be presented in installments, episodes of a series, chapters of a novel. Goodnight and Good Luck.