  Last night when Anna D. and Robin were savagely hurling eggs at Cataldo’s front doors and I stood (toilet paper roll in hand) in the middle of them, I was happy. I was happier than I have been in a long, long time. Lauren was strapped into our getaway minivan, laughing at us. The radio was playing “Mrs. Robinson” and we were toilet papering the hedges to the beat of the song. It felt like I was watching my life from somewhere else. Since Lauren got her driver’s license, life has changed for us.
It’s seems like such a small thing to be able to drive. But the ability to reach the outside world without the crutch of parental guidance is, for us anyway, priceless. We drive aimlessly all over the city. I’m the DJ, finding halfway decent songs on the radio because of the lackluster sound-system (I don’t even know how to make a mixed tapes) Sometimes Robin or I, very illegally, take the driver’s seat. Even in such a painfully dull town, we’ve managed to make our own fun. We discovered a rock castle (miniature sized) behind the Corbin Arts Center. We’ve been playing in fountains and wadding pools, much to the dismay of parents and city park officials.
We drove through Peaceful Valley and found the house where Johnny Depp filmed Benny and Joon . We’ve driven by The People’s Park in hopes that we see the infamous nudist gatherings, but have been unsuccessful thus far. Sometimes we laugh so hard we have to pull over the car (Last night I called a car a “Nissan Eczema” and almost caused a traffic accident.
) Last night was Mission Exorcism on Cataldo, which was lead by Robin in a movement to appease me. I felt sick and cruel after TPing David’s house and refused to even drive by Mary’s. But when I saw free-rang egg goop dripping down those doors, I felt peace. My heart felt good. But I wasn’t so intensely happy because I had my vengeance. I looked at my beautiful friends, these amazing people who mean everything to me. They had no connections to that school, it didn’t matter to them. But I mattered to them. Once Ross asked me what the meaning of life was. He was joking, but I spent the rest of the day thinking about it. John Lennon, a messiah figure to me, popped into my head. The meaning of life is love . And at the moment, even in my delinquency, I felt love. Affectionately… Anna 
