My friend Randy had a party at his house in Mission. We were 9th graders anxious to grow up. We wanted to meet some girls. This party had no girls. Ten of us walked over to Carl F.'s house. I didn't know Carl that well. He left the area after this particular school year so this was my only Carl F. party experience. His parents and/or grandparents were upstairs and we were in the basement. It was all Jimi Hendrix downstairs and Guy Lombardo upstairs. I got crazy and accidentally broke a lamp. (Sorry about that Carl, wherever you are). Then we walked back to Randy's house. I slept on a mattress in the basement.