*Yo!! You can let me in if you want to.* I shout.At that point I hear the thundering voice of my maternal Grandmother's New England twang. (She died a... little over a year ago.)*Mawky what makes you think that we would want a snobbish, condescending, judgmental jerk like yourself here.* Then to Kathy, *Don't worry dear, it will be your time some day, but not today. We just brought you two up here to tell you that we are sending you back. To make yourselves into better people we need you two to. He even went as far as to prohibit Yvette from seeing her outside of school. It was disappointing not to hang out with her friend, but she still managed to talk to Yvette, at school and sometimes Yvette was able to sneak away from home every now and then to meet up with her. Cassidy was sure there was never a more hateful being than Tyrone, especially when Yvette, had confided in her about Tyrone’s private side. It broke her heart to see her shy, sweet friend, become withdrawn, and a little. Anyway, one Saturday night, several of us were over there when Ken's dad called up and wanted to take him to a football game on Sunday so we knew the party was over since he would be leaving to visit his dad. Everybody started walking home and I saw his father come up the street and Ken got into the car and they left. I went on home but an hour later remembered that I had left my new Jimi Hendrix 8 track tape over at Ken's place. I walked back down to their house and Kens mom opened the door. Some actually seem to live here. I don't speak their colloquial shorthand for Highway events, and I clearly don't share their intense interest for anything happening on The Highway, and nothing off of it.The only times I've tuned into the 24-hour Highway coverage channels have been in the days leading up to each of my trips here. As for the regulars, I find them rather cliquish and standoffish, as though too much close contact with someone like me might contaminate them with ideas that there's.