You ride your Harley to your dad's old secret cabin on the lake. It's still here, its in rough shape but no one seems to have found it. You spend a day cleaning and moving in. Now your ready to drive into town and see who is fucking up. Memories still haunt of of the last time you had to come back home. Your old best friend Karven was growing weed. A old lover told you. No drugs in your home town that's the rule. The cleanest town in America. You went there three years ago and you killed Karven's weeds. Then you beat him up. You broke two ribs and his nose. You knocked out his entire front row of teeth. Best friend or not no one brings drugs into this sacred place. You drink the four beers you packed and cry while tossing twigs into the fire place.
Karven has never spoken to you again since that day.