'My Son Died For $20'

John H. Tucker (thanks, Barry): Here is the friend. Arms cradling the boy he has known since fifth grade. The boy, 17, is on the ground, foaming at the mouth. Moaning, twitching, tongue bleeding—bitten from the convulsions.

"Pull through!" shouts the friend, holding Timmy Castaneda in his lap. "Timmy, pull through!"

"Turn him on his side," instructs the 911 dispatcher.

"Come on, help me get him on his side!"

It's around 1 a.m. on Oct. 6, 2012. Several teenagers have been hanging out deep in an Apex woods, requiring a 15-minute trek: walk down the hill from the Beaver Creek Cinema, enter the forest, veer right at the log, then go up the path, across the tarp, over the creek, through the small…