What if it’s a total toilet in your head, but out of nowhere—slam-bo!—somebody crashes into you, and you’re better? Isn’t it like a gift, somebody slamming you? Don’t you get out of the car, all shaky and shocked? Like you’re a baby getting born? Or a whole relaxing massage that happens in one-half a second? Isn’t Party Crashing like an electroshock treatment for your depression?
