Until that fateful afternoon, Skunk Cunningham had been a normal little girl, playing on the curb in front of her house. Rick Buckley had been a normal geeky teenager, hosing off his brand-new car. Bob Oswald had been a normal sociopathic, single father of five slutty daughters, charging furiously down the sidewalk. And then Bob was beating Rick to a bloody pulp, right there in the Buckley's drive, and life on Drummond Square began to disintegrate.