About my life and what I'm looking forI think I can describe myself best by telling you a story. This story may be true, or not. I think it is, but it happened a long time ago and I've had a few blows to the head since then, so let's just say it's true. One night while I was in high school a buddy and I were driving around looking for something to do. I told him I wanted to go to this park we knew of where a number of people from different schools would go to hang out. Usually a few fights would break out there, and general rowdy behavior. Not really a place for the feint of heart. So my friend decided we could go, and since he was driving it was really his decision. He only had one condition... "If someone gets in my face, make sure you get my back, man." he said. I took a sip of beer. "Of course, dude. You're my bro." He smiled and nodded, turning the car toward the park. We got there, and the place was jumping. There had to be about one hundred high school guys there, and perhaps as many as ten girls. Definitely an explosive situation. Being filled with liquid courage, I hopped out of the car and let out my best rebel yell. All eyes locked on me for a brief second, and they knew that I had arrived. My buddy was not as excited as I was. "Hey! Shut up, man! You are going to get us killed!" he groaned. "Don't worry," I said, "I've got your back." We scanned the throng for a few minutes, trying to look as cool as possible. We spotted an empty area close to some people we knew, and headed across the lot. We didn't make it very far when a group of about five guys came out of nowhere and stood before us. "Hey, what school do you guys go to?" the leader inquired. My buddy stepped up, his skinny body puffing up unimpressively. "Pearce," he said. "Cool." said the leader, and he continued on his way. My friend turned to me, but found that I was not there. I had already run away, and was hiding in the back seat of his car. He opened the door, sighed heavily, and started the car. We then drove home in silence.