The Straps

I was either wearing or giving out these straps on my wrist that were supposed to prevent me from doing something. A friend of mine and I were heavily involved with this other couple who also knew what the straps were. I remember greeting them at their garage door to request an activity the straps were supposed to prevent. At some point I remember pointing out how you could still do the activity the straps were supposed to prevent. I meet a group of girls and I ask about one of them. I am criticized for doing so because one of them has some traumatic experience that led to a big scratch on her wrist. Quinn tried to hit the top of the store like I had done before. It turned into a weird wrestling match between them with a bit of a crowd, and I said “this is why men are the superior sex.” I recommended we all go see Hell House.