Sonny was a different story, he came from a well- to- do family, did what his parents expected of him and was well- liked by everyone. But, beneath that mask was someone who desperately wanted to escape. They’d met at a party that he was throwing while his parents were away. Mommy and Daddy didn’t know their trophy son was a heavy partier and one of the most sought after drug dealers in the area. Fin thought of him as a spoiled little rich brat that liked to feel hard by dabbling in the darker realms of humanity.
Fin had been walking around the house, looking around like he usually does, when he stumbled on Sonny in the study. He only saw shit like that in the movies, a whole room just for books. Sonny was sitting on a plushy chair smoking a blunt. He didn’t say anything to Fin, just handed him the blunt and gestured for him to sit down.
“I don’t get you, man,” Fin suddenly said once the weed hit his system.
“What do you mean?”
“You live in this fuckin’ awesome house, your parents are loaded, and you don’t have to work for shit.”
“Your point being?”
“Why do you hang out with people like us?”
“People like you?”
Sonny didn’t seem to understand what Fin was getting at and while most people would’ve taken offense, he just seemed curious.
“Punks. Low lives. Trash like us.”
“Why do you see yourself that way?”
“It’s just what we are, no reason to sugarcoat it. We all have fucked up lives that we’re trying to escape.”
“What makes you think I’m not looking to escape.”
“Why would you?”
“Tell me,” he paused to take a pull from the blunt, “What is it you value?”
The question threw Fin for a loop, nobody up until that point had ever asked him that and for a while he didn’t know how to answer.
“I don’t have much value in this world, but my brothers.”
“So you’d agree that money isn’t everything?”
“Money would solve a lot of my problems.”
“What about freedom?”
“Freedom is valuable, too.”
“Well, to answer your question, I hang out with you guys because it’s the only way I feel free.”
He stubbed out the blunt in his ashtray and stood up.
“My loving parents, who are rich, are the most miserable sons of bitches I know. They work all the time and I, who they claim to love- at least within hearing distance of their work colleagues- am here in this big house.
“Left alone for most of the time except holidays and that’s if I’m lucky.
You say you’re trash? My friend, you are gold compared to many so- called high society people.”
With that he left to rejoin the party. Fin never forgot that moment because from then on Sonny had always been there to lean on and give his frank, but sincere advice. It’s why Fin couldn’t abandon him.