A tiny oasis in southern New Jersey, considered a suburb of Philadelphia, and ironically nestled between
Moorestown "the best place to live 2005" and Camden "the most dangerous city in America 2005." Nicknamed "
Garnet Country" after the high school's mascot (what the fuck is a
garnet anyway?), Haddon Heights is a stereotypical small town: welcoming, traditional,
neighborly, gossip-filled, and occasionally inbred. However, Haddon Heights sets itself apart from all other towns in one aspect: though it may be little, Heights kids can party with the big boys... and tend to consume alcohol in amounts that put college spring-breakers to shame. Whether its a case in the woods, a keg at a house party, or a handle in the parking lot; its always a good time. And whether its a high school student, a middle-aged
towny that still thinks like a high school student, or a pre-adolescent child already currupted by a high school student; the key to a true
citizen's heart is with an ice cold Natty Light.
kid #1: hey man, what time are you picking me
up for school tomorrow at Haddon Heights High School?
kid #2: well, home-room starts at 8 so I'll
pick you up at 7 and we can drink a few
kid #1: but dude,
the liquor store doesn't open till 10
kid #2: Then I guess we'll have to be late