"Those girls are on the road to trouble," I heard an older woman say about us one night, as we were staggering down the street drunk--and that woman was absolutely right. What she didn't understand, though, is that trouble is what we wanted. Oh, our youthful needs! Oh, the deliciously blinding yearnings of the young--which inevitably take us right to the edges of cliffs, or trap us in cul-de-sacs of our design."