At 5 o'clock in the morning, I lay awake on the floor of my friend's living room, huddled in a thin blanket. A rerun of "Shark Boy and Lava Girl" was playing on TV. I stared at the screen, not really watching the movie. All I could see was the night's events playing on endless loop before my eyes. Headphones shoved in my ears, I tried, unsuccessfully, to blare out the images.
Annoyed that I had been yanked off the couch and pushed onto my knees.