8:39 p.m. and I was still sitting locked in my car outside the bowling alley on Thompson Blvd. trying my best to be invisible, completely alone. I was going to go bowling, and my friends were coming… but where were they? Why had no one shown up, and why was everyone on the street and in the bowling alley so incredibly sketchy? On that note, how likely was I to end up on a missing persons list by sitting here in the little black Prius surrounded by huge trucks and motorcycles? Does anyone even get milk cartons anymore?