The last place I thought I'd end up was Charming, California. When I arrived to the clubhouse a party was going in full swing causing me to smirk to myself. At least getting in would be easy. I made my way through the crowd and inside to clubhouse. Scanning the room not much had changed. The boys were all still here, part of me realized it was good to be home. The other part of me realized it wasn't going to be good for long. I quickly picked my father out of the crowd, a beer in one hand, joint in the other, and a Cro Eater on his lap. What a surprise.