The first beer Smiley ever drank was one he found at the junkyard in the glove compartment of a 68 Buick Wildcat. Whoever left it there took his porno mag, so fair’s fair, the beer was his.
He drank it leaning against an overturned pickup truck. It was warm and skunky, yet glorious. His 13 year old head swam, and he was a man now.
He hung around the junkyard till the buzz wore off. A great summer day wasted, as great summer days should be. A pack of gum to cover his breath and his parents never suspected anything.