On the night of the 30th, in the month of September I sat in a station wagon wedged between Wallie and a young lady named Kelsey, whom I had just met. Driving our vehicle was Megan and riding shotgun was Michelle. The plan was to go ice blocking at the community park in Rancho Bernardo, so we drove with reckless abandon (Megan's spedometer was
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