The beagle and I were out front a little after midnight when I heard a guy from halfway down the next block talking agitatedly on his phone. Of course, I only got to hear one side of the conversation, but it wasn't hard to get the gist of it.
Him:"I can't even believe you're still there. I couldn't stand it another minute."
Him: "Cause I didn't want to be there. Why do you?"
Him: "I'm almost to fucking Clay and Henry!"
Him: "You've got an exam at 8 a.m.! Who cares about those people?"
Him: "You didn't tell me the party was going to be nothing but scenesters."
Him: "I've never seen so many fucking piercings in my life."
Him: "I'm almost to Belvidere now."
Him: "Fuck you."
From the shadows, the dog and I watched Hat Boy make his way down the street and safely out of J-Ward. I don't think he'll be back anytime soon and, for that, we are thankful.