Chapter 16 - La Dolce Vita
"This right here is living the dream," Dean slurred, eyes wide open with a beer bottle in one hand and the fingers of his other hand squeezing a joint. He was sitting in lawn chair in the shade of some trees that grew close to the edge of the slow flowing water of the St. Francis River. Dean's blue jeans were rolled up to the knees, and his bare feet were half in and half out of the cold water. There were four empty brown beer bottles stuck into the sand beside his chair. The dappled sunlight fought its way through the leaves and branches to paint the whole landing in alternating splotches of light and shadow.