With parents who are hash-heads, still on an e-spree ten years after they should've calmed down, Bay and his buddies feel obliged to be squeaky-clean teens. Between the gym and the juicebar they do a pretty good job, even after someone's science-geek kid brother synthesises Crystal Meth in his bedroom: the sex is just to make the drugs work, right? Sure it is. But soon everyone's doing it, and it's only a matter of time till the local drug baron resents the competition. Trouble is, he might live closer to home than Bay thinks . . .
