Last time I went to a party like this, my girlfriend left me. Hundreds of college students getting wasted, and sitting on the edge of a too large swimming pool. I don’t fit in, I’m older than everyone here. I have no reason to be here. I’m just some party crasher, who looks like they should be sitting in an office, filing paperwork.

“Emmet, man, I didn’t know you were here!” A familiar voice calls. I turn to see a close friend of mine, Tyler, he fits in here. His floppy brown hair is swept off to the side, and his sweatshirt stained with some unknown liquid, I try not to think about what it might be.

“Hey Ty, how’s it going?” I question. I don’t hear his response over the loud music, but his expression tells me everything I need to know, “I’m sorry about that, dude.”

“What do they know, I’m the best ranger that park’s ever seen,” Apparently he was fired, that makes sense. He was the worst park ranger. “...And they didn’t even let me keep the fish!”

“Tyler, I didn’t want to hear about your scandals with a fish, I’m leaving now.” I walk away from him, and try to locate my car. It sounds like he was going to say something, but I turn to leave before he starts.

After about 25 minutes of wandering around the streets, I finally find the ugly, red car. Her scratched up hood, and dented… everything are almost like home to me. She’s been through so much, sometimes I’m still surprised she’s street legal. I crawl into the vehicle, and attempt to sit in the chair. And by chair, I mean plastic lawn chair that stands as a replacement to the original leather seat.

And then, I drive home.

“What’s your excuse this time?” Mr. Fuc- Focker, Mr. Focker asked. Cecil Focker is an interesting man, to say the least. His small, boyish figure doesn’t at all suit his dead, stentorian voice. He looks like he’s 12, but sounds like he’s 55.

His dark brown eyes bore into mine, as I try to quickly come up with an excuse. I guess I took too long, because his face turns stone cold as he utters the sentence, “Mr. Fraser, leave.”

Well, that sucks.