“When in Rome, my friend.” She shoves the joint into my mouth. We spent the entire day wandering up and down a California ocean side boardwalk for her lifelong dream of doing spring break right! And all day she’s been looking for ways to prove how daring she is: margaritas here, making out there, and now it’s come to this. I have to wonder, who’s more insecure here? Errica, because she can’t help but try anything that catches her eye? Or myself, who tags along and frets over her like a mother hen?