The Cookie Party Fire

I sat across the fire pit from Kyle, an arrogant egomaniac who never looked you in the eye because he forgot your name. I wanted to go back to being myself, but didn't know how. The only hope I had was that Kyle would start talking about voting machines and Elliot would rip him to shreds. Down the block, a neighbor climbed out of bed to watch the chaos of all those kids in front of my house. We were all in this, still, again, whatever, our street, town, and planet, and we'd never get out of it.