Old Carter is at the Pontiac Silverdome in Michigan catching Pink Floyd’s final tour when he decides it’s time to take his own virginity. He’s been saving this experience for a special occasion, but he feels in his bones that now’s the moment. Maybe it’s the music. Maybe it’s the fact that he’s gently stoned. Maybe it’s just being wedged into a space with so many happy people, so many perfect, beautiful people, all bathed in the same sublime noise. Whatever it is, he wants it to happen now. He wants to do it. He can’t stand the thought of...