Yeah, I’m fairly certain Trisha married Dad for the money. Trisha is a complete bombshell, and my Dad, well, he’s kinda fat, and a dork. Some days... when Dad leaves for work, I hear her say something along the lines of “Oh thank God…”, so I can safely assume that if it weren’t for the money, she wouldn’t touch us with a ten-foot pole. Though she’s usually really sweet, asking how college was when I get home, cooking dinner some days, ordering pizza others. But one day I saw a side of her I never. His parents had money but he didn’t want to lean on them. Melvin did have the twenty thousand dollars his mothers parents gave him as birthday gifts saved over time. Then there was the polluting Land Rover that his fathers parents got him to compete with there counterparts, and it goes on from there. Melvin never drove it to school no one knew it was his. Even though it would help with his rep at school he didn‘t care. Melvin now reached Mandy’s house and her mother sent him up. Mandy only. .. open the bay door. Hmm. Screw Driver? Nut Driver ... yes. The tool box was gone. It’s at the house. Fuck it ... later. I’m already sweating in this wetsuit.Don’t leave the ladder. Shut the bay door. Back in the Avocado I located the 6 inch dredge. It’s on wheels ... a cart. When? ... Came with it. The Yanmar, pump, dive compressor and hoses were winterized when I put them away.Rolling the cart out to where I could pick the dredge up with the hook, I checked connections, looked in the empty. The pain killers I had left over from my broken finger a year ago would certainly help to dull the pain, and give me some totally fucked up dreams in the process. After popping two of them in my mouth and drinking a glass of water, off to bed I went to drift off back into dreamland.Sure enough – I soon found myself working at a skateboard shop. I had just graduated from high school, and this was my first real job. The boss, Mr. Keller, was a thirty-something dude with short black hair, deep.