There was a deflated balloon by the door. There were bottles, cracked and leaking, on the floor. Curtains ripped, furniture destroyed. What had happened? The door opened as he took a step out onto the moonlit porch where I sat. My head stung with pain at each sound he made. I had only invited five people… how had this party gotten so out of hand? As if to answer my thoughts, he winked as he walked by.