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2. It was after my sophomore year in high school when my best friend Tyler moved away to Texas to live with his dad, and left me in the wake of trouble we had gotten in here in Indiana. After becoming closer than ever during the soccer season in the fall, hanging out everyday after practice kicking the ball around in the yard, sneaking out during the night to go to parties, and talking of the ever too far-away time when we would finally move from under the firm grasp of our parents. During the winter, Tyler started to spend the night at my house even more as the divide between him and his stepfather grew. After we were caught drinking beer at Tyler’s house once, his stepfather Chris installed cameras throughout their house and started constantly watching his every move. Chris began grilling him for things like eating too much food, being up late at night and many other things that I myself and my other friends did on a daily basis with no concern from our parents whether biological or through marriage. Chris would look for any reason to pick a fight with Tyler. As Tyler stayed at my house more and more, our friend’s started to call it “Tony and Tyler’s”, my parents loved having him over, I loved having him over. However, his parents only grew to loathe me and my influence over him more. In January I got my license, and for the first time, we felt like we owned the world. We could go anywhere, hangout with anyone, and do anything without our parents for the first time, we were finally "free". As our privileges grew, our experiences with parties, girls, and drugs also grew. It’s not quite clear if we went out looking for trouble, or trouble was looking for us, but irregardless, we found each other.