February 2012
I regret coming to this party as soon as I hear the music. I’m barely across the front lawn when it hits me, the dense throbbing of a stereo turned up loud enough to give the house a synthetic heart beat, thumping and pumping along with the angry bass. I cringe and consider the thought of turning around, giving up on my half-hearted attempt at a social life in favor of drinking myself into a...
