All I Do is Win

The girls and I roll up to Kaden's after-party in Annabelle's shitty minivan. Her brother had come to meet us at the arena earlier so we got to pack our shit out pretty quickly because earlier bands had already done the same, leaving the loading dock relatively clear. Once we had tucked everything into the bread van, we were free to make our way to our next destination.

The party is already in full swing, which we can tell by the sound of the bass beats of Black Canvas' new album rumbling through the air outside his and Brandt's house. This is the first time I've been here in a few weeks. Before my life hit its downward spiral, setting its upcoming trajectory straight on a collision course with my relative rock bottom.

The near-constant flow of bodies going in and out of the garage and the front door insinuates an open door policy, so we saunter in through Kaden's front door without bothering to knock or ring the bell.