Except this one. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to. Partly I just felt stupid—I’d done exactly what she told me not to in pursuing a friendship with Michael, and it had wound up backfiring, exactly as she said it would: I couldn’t imagine there was any reason for me to hold ...
Every third weekend in March literally since senior year of high school, they’d hosted an all-night, no-holds-barred, crazy throwdown of a party, each one more elaborate than the last. The previous year’s party offered Jell-O shooters ringside of the huge Jell-O wrestling vat that partygoers coul...
