hen get the hell out of here。？
Dan had read about epiphanies and written about epiphanies； but he？d never actually had one。
He？d gotten into nearly every college he applied to。 He？d had a poem published in theNew
Yorker 。 And what was he going to do next year？work at a bookstore or wait tables to keep busy
while Vanessa was in class？
？I could take the summer to work things out；？ he allowed； unwilling to let his father think he
could be that easily persuaded。 He and Vanessa could spend the summer hanging out whenever
she wasn？t busy working on that movie and he wasn？t busy driving around in that ？ chick magnet。
Who knew？ Maybe there？d be other girls to love besides Vanessa？all he had to do was get his
license and drive out west to find out。
Rufus reached out to clap him on the back； but Dan opened up his arms and gave his dad a
hug。 ？This party was kind of lame anyway；？ he confessed。
Rufus grunted and led him over to the car； which was basking in its own coolness under a
streetlamp near the curb。 ？Then how ？bout I give you your first driving lesson？？
Aw。 Don？t you just love happy endings？
Sex； drugs； and rock？n？roll
Jenny latched the door to the handicapped stall in the men？s room； unsure of whether to take off
her clothes or fish the tab of E out of her purse。 There was an impatient flare to Nate？s nostrils but
she wasn？t sure which he wanted first； sex or drugs。
She unzipped her black LeSportsac with the white Persian cats on it and clicked open her
matching change purse。 ？Here it is。？ She removed the tiny piece of Saran Wrap with the pill inside
and carefully began to unfold it。
Nate peered over her shoulder。 ？Do you