The rain continues to spill out onto your skin in thick sheets as you knock on your estranged best friend’s dorm window once more, praying that he looks up from his homework for at least a split second. A strained groan escapes your throat, both a wince of pain due to the bruises on your skin and a shiver from the coldness in the air.

’What a way to ring in 1971,’ You glumly think to yourself.