In the cesspool of raging teenage hormones and drug abuse, our protagonist has found himself face to face with an awe inspiring beauty: Autumn. But of course things don't go his way, because that's how i wrote the story dammit.

Tonight I narrate one of the most ambitious writings of my mid-teenage years. Who knows why? Maybe i'm a masochist for public humiliation, or maybe it's because in the grand scheme of things I couldn't give less of a shit about a 16-year old's attempt at a novel. In any case, sit back, relax, and enjoy the show.