Oh yeah, Prom. It’s not so much fun, you know, being the popular girl. I wanna stay in and grill cheese and watch Happy Days reruns but Jason says, no, everyone’s expecting you, you have to, you’re the life and soul. I tell him, I’ll hang my dress on the fire escape if I’m going, and he seems pleased with that. He always was the romantic prick. So the dress is out there, and I’m in here, throwing a lifetime supply of underwear and cigarettes into a duffel bag. Yeah, I said I was going, but I didn’t say where.