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“Why should you feel bad? You’re not gay” He exhales a streaoing to co—oh, and he likes to refer to me as sissy pants behind my back”

“Your own father?”

“Yeah, Carrie, arette butt under his shoe “Fuck him,” he says suddenly “He doesn’t deserve my respect If he’s embarrassed, it’s his proble back to the dance”

“I can’t”

“Randy’s picking o someplace You want to come?”

Randy arrives about fiveHe and Walt have a hushed conversation, then Walt et into the car

Ten ed into the tiny backseat as we head south on Route 91 The et over the fact that I’m out with h football teauess I don’t know as ht I did I have a lot to learn, but it’s kind of exciting

“Where are we going?” I yell over the music

“P-Town,” Walt shouts

“Provincetown?”

“We need to go to another state to have fun,” Randy says “How fucked up is that?”

Yikes Provincetown is on Cape Cod, at least an hour away I probably shouldn’t be doing this I’et into trouble But then I remember Donna LaDonna and Sebastian and all the rest ofto be good, and where has it gotten me?

Nowhere

“You cool with that?” Randy shouts

“I’”