Sean wasn't supposed to die. He was one of those precious invincible few, the ones who failed a drug test the same day they aced a calculus quiz. The ones who sang drunken karaoke pitch perfect. He streaked butt-naked through Walmart, high on a mixture of his beloved E and god knows what else, then got up to take the SAT the next morning. He got a perfect score. He hitched rides to class on the back of Freddy's motorized wheelchair. He read Get Rich Quick books. His band opened for a now famous rock band. He wanted to be an astronaut, the bad ass rebel kind of space cowboy. He wasn't supposed to die.