In lieu of an abstract, below is the essay's first paragraph.
"I don't want to be here tonight; I'd rather not sit around trying to look pretty while my eyes are assaulted with cigarette smoke and my hands tired from the uncharacteristic lifting of nine pounds. I used to think bowling was fun-in September, December, all the way till April, but it has somehow lost its savor."
The Angle: Vol. 2002
, Article 8.
Available at: http://fisherpub.sjfc.edu/angle/vol2002/iss4/8