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    The party was in the basement of this house. The room was quite smoky, and the kids were much older. There were two girls showing each other their tattoos and belly button rings. Seniors, I think.
    This guy named Fritz something was eating a lot of Twinkies. Fritz’s girlfriend was talking to him about women’s rights, and he kept saying, “I know, baby.”
    Sam and Patrick started smoking cigarettes. Bob went up to the kitchen when he heard the bell ring. When he came back, he brought a can of Milwaukee’s Best beer for everyone, as well as two new party guests. There was Maggie, who needed to use the bathroom. And there was Brad, the quarterback of the high school football team. No kidding!
    I do not know why this excited me, but I guess when you see somebody in the hallway or on the field or something, it’s nice to know that they are a real person.
    Everyone was very friendly to me and asked me a lot of questions about myself. I guess because I was the youngest, and they didn’t want me to feel out of place, especially after I said no to having a beer. I once had a beer with my brother when I was twelve, and I just didn’t like it. It’s really that simple for me.
    Some of the questions I was asked was what grade I was in and what did I want to be when I grow up.
    “I am a freshman, and I don’t know just yet.”
    I looked around, and I saw that Sam and Patrick had left with Brad. That’s when Bob started passing around food.
    “Would you like a brownie?”
    “Yes. Thank you.”
    I was actually quite hungry because normally Sam and Patrick take me to the Big Boy after the football games, and I guess I was used to it by now. I ate the brownie, and it tasted a little weird, but it was still a brownie, so I still liked it. But this was not an ordinary brownie. Since you are older, I think you know what kind of brownie it was.
    After thirty minutes, the room started to slip away from me. I was talking to one of the girls with the belly button ring, and she seemed like she was in a movie. I started blinking a lot and looking around, and the music sounded heavy like water.
    Sam came down and when she saw me, she turned to Bob.
    “What the hell is your problem?”
    “Come on, Sam. He likes it. Ask him.”
    “How do you feel, Charlie?”
    “Light.”
    “You see?” Bob actually looked a little nervous, which I was later told was paranoia.
    Sam sat down next to me and held my hand, which felt cool.
    “Are you seeing anything, Charlie?”
    “Light.”
    “Does it feel good?”
    “Uh-huh.”
    “Are you thirsty?”
    “Uh-huh.”
    “What would you like to drink?”
    “A milkshake.”
    And everyone in the room, except Sam, erupted in laughter.
    “He’s stoned.”
    “Are you hungry, Charlie?”
    “Uh-huh.”
    “What would you like to eat?”
    “A milkshake.”
    I don’t think they would have laughed any harder even if what I said was at all funny. Then, Sam took my hand and stood me up on the dizzy floor.
    “C’mon. We’ll get you a milkshake.”
    As we were leaving, Sam turned to Bob.
    “I still think you’re an asshole.”
    All Bob did was laugh. And Sam finally laughed, too. And I was glad that everyone seemed as happy as they seemed.
    Sam and I got up to the kitchen, and she turned on the light. Wow! It was so bright, I couldn’t believe it. It was like when you see a movie in the theater during the day, and when you leave the movie, you can’t believe that it’s still daylight outside. Sam got some ice cream and some milk and a blender. I asked her where the bathroom was, and she pointed around the corner almost like it was her house. I think she and Patrick spent a lot of time here when Bob was still in high school.
    When I got out of the bathroom, I heard a noise in the room where we left our coats. I opened the door, and I saw Patrick kissing Brad. It was a stolen type of kissing. They heard me in the door and turned around. Patrick spoke first.
    “Is that you,