A Spring Mourning
Growing up with a best friend like Chase was everything a guy could have hoped for. Throughout our teenage years, Chase’s place had been the number one hangout for our group of friends. Chase’s dad had divorced before they moved to Barrington and he worked two jobs to make ends meet. Because his dad was virtually never home, we had a place we could go with no supervision. This meant unlimited access to cable TV, Coca cola and an occasionally foray into dad’s stash of dirty movies and magazines....