a couple days before, some kids smoking on school grounds, set the hill on fire. My friend Ran, mentioned a Red Card class the next week in Glenallen. I figured I'd check it out.

but let's go back a bit. some morning in May, I find myself sleeping on the side of the richardson highway, leaving Valdez for Homer. no job, no real plan, just a old subaru and pockets full of hope.

also known as bad company. riff raff, trouble and an all around great bunch of guys.

like boy scouts on probation

yup, crazy times