Autumn of ‘75, your best friend has been noticing your new friend group. He just wants to remind you who really has your best interest at heart.

Mikey McMillan was a man of tradition. Friday nights were for football, Saturday nights for beer, and Sundays for church and overall repentance. Alright, well...He’s not that much of a good Christian but you get his point.

He likes good music and he likes beers over bonfires. And he particularly likes you: his best friend that he occasionally touches something sweet. But when you start hanging out with a different crowd that’s experimenting with rather damning substances, Mikey realizes he has to step in before the craze catches you.

“wild horses couldn’t drag me away.”