Mikey navigates the new neighborhood (read: learning not to get lost), and discovers a new posse to hang with. Grapples with high school, and flirts with disastrous dates, but freedom, and mischief, beckons with a freshly minted driver's license. Ultimately, finds his tribe amidst the holy grail of juicy burgers and greasy fries, and that’s when things get interesting 

Opening Manager

"I completely forgot about the Dr. Pepper lake I left out front, so with mop in hand, I charged like a knight with a squeegee, only to be met with the opening crew's bewildered stares as they walked into the store. There I stood shirtless, pants drenched with DP, hair, face, and body caked with shredded lettuce. There was a moment of sheer bewilderment. Me looking at them defeated and completely exasperated, them looking at me with questioning, disgusted looks of confusion and disbelief. Then the silence was broken by a shriek and someone pointing behind me yelling “Fire!”."

Prom Night

"The dance hall felt like a swirling vortex of flashing lights and thumping music.  Within ten minutes my date, Debbie, vanished like a magician's disappearing act. ...

It hit me slower than a sloth trying to solve a Rubik's Cube – I'd been bamboozled! ...

At the end of the night, Kurt and I, like ninjas on a mercy mission, deposited passed-out Debbie on her porch, rang the doorbell like maniacs (inspired genius, courtesy of a cheesy movie about a frat house), and sprinted away faster than a cheetah with a rocket strapped to its back."