• She said she was busy and couldn't go. I can see why she would say that, even if she wasn't lying. I was a bit too forward. I can see now that it was a bad idea. A concert isn't a good first date. So I went with my friend. He looked like he had a good time and The New York Dolls and X were in top form. I, on the other hand, couldn't help but have this sense of uncomfortableness in the back of my head. It was her. She was keeping me from having a good time. I feel somewhat uneasy that she can have so much power over me without knowing it.

  When the concert was over my friend invited me to his house to drink. I said fine and we headed to his house. When we got there his brothers were already drunk so we joined them. I got really wasted and threw up in his bathroom although he doesn't know I did. Or at least I don't think he does. One of his brothers drove me home and as I laid in bed trying to go to sleep with my shoes on, I swore I would never drink that much again. At least not until the next time.

  I went to church the next day with a splitting headache. As I stared at the cross in the middle of the church, I couldn't help but notice how boring church really is. When it was over, I stood outside with my family waiting, as always, for my mom to come out as she always stays to clean up. I looked around for Barbara but didn't find her. My headache got worse, possibly because of the cold weather. Finally, my mom came out and we went to Carl's Jr. and then home. It was about 5 o'clock. I laid in bed with a bottle of Tylenol P.M. in one hand and a water bottle in the other. My headache had gotten a little better and I was starting to fall asleep when the phone rang. It was Barbara. She was calling me.

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