Page Avenue
Page Avenue is the place where everyone’s drunk, and no one cares if you throw up on the sidewalk. It’s like the whole street is a giant punch bowl, and you’re the one who got hit with the ladle.
I texted my friend: 'I’m at Page Avenue. I think I just became a human punch bag.'
My mom called me at 3 a. m. and said, 'Your brother is at Page Avenue, and he’s wearing a chicken suit.'
I tried to walk home from Page Avenue, but I got distracted by a guy dancing with a bag of chips.