Late October isn't the time of year to be walking down Ocean Ave, In Seabright NJ,  when the Atlantic Ocean is sending waves crashing over the sea wall. But here I was, seventeen years old, waking in my Middletown South Varsity jacket, listening to my Walkman, wishing I had a car and not another four miles to go.  A car pulls up next to me, a window rolls down.  A sweet voice comes from inside. "Need a ride?" I look in, i...