As I approached the party I could hear the blasting music all the way from the
street. When I reached the back of the house to enter I could distinguish the song that
was playing; it was "It's good to be King" by Tom Petty. After waiting in a line to
enter I was finally in the loud, crowded house. Upon my arrival the host of the party
informed me that there were no cups left, and that I would have to look for one. So I
handed him my money as I was shoved into the next room by other arriving guest,
eager to enter. Every person there was present for their own personal reasons.
Whether…
