[Stu]

Me and three fellas were drinking in my nans house at about five in the morning and I was leaving for New York at eight. One of the fellas was a really quiet lad, the other was a cocky but funny guy, and the other was a really dangerous looking dude with a leather jacket and a greasy ponytail. I had six cans of Dutch Gold and two cans of Tuborg. Something seemed dangerous about the whole situation.

That's all I remember.