Another instance of the iPod's evil tendencies came on Saturday when we opened the windows to air out the room and try to come down from our contact highs. The next door neighbor kids were riding their bikes and big wheels in front of the house, under the supervision of their extremely evangelical Christian parents. The iPod decided it was the perfect time to dish up "Fuck the Pain Away." The kids were promptly packed back inside, away from the bad people.

Later I turned to Adam and asked him, "Do you ever just kind of expect the real adults in the neighborhood to knock on the door and, like, ground us? Or call our parents and complain about the ruckus?"

He didn't even have to think about it. "All the time."