ing around saying hello to people, enjoying the music. I was standing alone when this tall, good-looking guy came and stood next to me. I didn't recognize him and yelled over the music, "Who are you?"
             He gave me a bizarre look, as if I was the stupidest person alive and answered, phrasing it almost like a question as if surely I must know, "Kenny? I live here?"
             I was absolutely horrified and apologized profusely, introduced myself and generally felt like a complete idiot. He was completely cool and laughed and said he'd heard of some of my adventures with James. That was it. After that, we were nearly inseparable.
             On St. Patrick's Day, as I was about to leave school, I saw James heading for the bus. I had intentionally avoided the house the previous weekend because I realized I couldn't recall a single weekend I hadn't been up there for months. They called my house at least twenty times, but I was determined to stay away for one entire weekend. Now that it was Monday, I figured I'd better get Kenny off my back and a visit would be just the ticket. Silly as it may sound, I missed them already!
             James accepted the ride without a second thought, a two-hour bus ride couldn't be fun. When we arrived, Kenny beckoned me inside. I saw the classic green mustang parked out front and knew Joy, his girlfriend, must be in the house. When I got in, Joy looked as if she'd been crying and Kenny informed me that it was to be his "last night on Earth" because, among other things, Joy had dumped him. He melodramatically insisted that I stay so that he and I could hang out a final time. I did not take him seriously, but finally, I relented. Joy and I talked for a few minutes about why she had broken up with him and what to do about him talking about suicide. After a few minutes, she had to leave.
             I found Kenny in his room and he proceeded to tell me all of the reasons for killing himself. His girlfriend dumped him, he couldn...