Spring Break 2009. Panama City Beach, Florida. I walked through the throngs of partygoers, people my age, and I hid behind my camera. Most of them paid me no attention, some grabbed my ass, some offered me beer, and a few asked why I was there. I was there to witness this well rehearsed ceremony that goes on every year, all over the beaches of this country. Spring Break. I spent one night with the law enforcement who were busting under age kids for drinking and drug use. All in all, my feeling that I don't really fit in with people my age was reinforced, and I can't wait to go back again.