It was an average Saturday night for Jerry P. Howell, at least average to him. His parents were gone to some fancy, five star restaurant like they went to every Saturday, so Jerry, being 16, decided to go about the normal routine for a 16 year old who was home alone. Jerry rushed to take out his weed stash, that was hidden inside of his locked guitar case, that laid flat on his walk in closets floor. Jerry tore open his guitar case as quick as he could, and took out a zip lock bag that was about 1/5th full of fine Marijuana. Jerry unlocked it frantically, and sniffed it, closing his eyes and almost having an orgasm while sniffing the familiar, lovely scent. Suddenly, Jerry looked down at what he had stashed under that bag of weed. It was a revolver, loaded in with 3 bullets. He had bought it from his friend Strawberry, that's all he knew Strawberry by, Strawberry was also a heavy cocaine dealer, and user. Jerry had done cocaine a few times, he sort of liked it, but he really preferred the high of Marijuana. Jerry turned his attention back to his gun, and suddenly he had an idea. He had seen it once on a video byte that his friend sent him of a few kids playing Russian roulette. Jerry stood to his feet, putting back his precious dope, and taking out his gun, and stuffing it into his Jean Jacket. Jerry marched to his nightstand, picking up his phone, and messaging all of his friends, telling them that he wanted them to come over, and he had something to offer them all. He then marched down to his rich, first class living room and waited for his friends to arrive.