Leave him and go to the house on the left

Dugan is of no use whatsoever, and you have no desire to carry him to one house, only to find out you aren’t even in the right neighborhood.

“Why don’t you stay here, Tiger,” you tell your doped-up companion. “I’ll go see which house we are supposed to go to.”

You prop him up against the hood of the car, noting as you do that even though his mind is essentially shut down, he seems to be sporting a pretty firm semblance of an erection inside his jeans. Whatever the mind-damaging effects of this **** are, it seems to run rings around Viagra.

You walk toward the house on the left. The smell of BBQ and voices from the back lead you toward the open gate to the back yard. You look and see three guys, all in their 20’s. Two are shooting baskets at a basketball hoop attached to the back of the house. The third is tending to a grill from which the smell of cooking meat is emanating. A small, cheap swimming pool — the kind that look so awesome on the packaging, but in practice end up being nothing more than an oversized inflatable kiddy pool, is unused in the middle of the yard, which is encircled by a tall privacy fence.

The guy at the grill sees you and smiles. “Can I help you?”

You look back at Dugan. He has tipped back and is laying on top of the hood of the car, apparently oblivious to anything else. You look back at the guys; they seem so clean-cut in comparison. It’s a pretty safe bet that this is not the house Dugan had in mind.