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the all-too familiar burn of liquor trickles down my throat and i think about what deliciously scandalous event i can use for this heretofore unruffled game of Never Have I Ever. a drunken hookup with multiple women foreshadowing a distinctly eventful night or an amusing Walk of Shame stroy that throws each person's head back in laughter? i sip on my rum and coke (2 parts bacardi gold, 1 part safeway cola).
an hour, a run through my old dorm and enough midnight breakfast to run denny's out of business later, i find myself walking to my car with the keys in the hands of my lady friend who insists we drive to jack-in-the-box to get oreo shakes (she'll pay if she can drive my car). i like her so i say yes and now i'm marching in the seemingly artic temperatures of suburban santa clara a little past midnight back to her dorm holding a shake so cold i can no longer feel my hand. we hang out, i open up, she opens up, and now we're that much closer. i can't stop thinking about her and me together. i'm drunk and frustrated. we decide to go down to a freshman's room and rip off his bong ("we" turns into "just prabhjot") so now i'm drunk and high and not really that frustrated anymore.
the all-too familiar sleepiness evident of multiple substances seeps in as the cold, sterile glow of my laptop lights up my face and i think about how i shouldn't drink or smoke again until after my final in two days. the sun rises as a confused yet amused young man crawls into bed for the night.
an hour, a run through my old dorm and enough midnight breakfast to run denny's out of business later, i find myself walking to my car with the keys in the hands of my lady friend who insists we drive to jack-in-the-box to get oreo shakes (she'll pay if she can drive my car). i like her so i say yes and now i'm marching in the seemingly artic temperatures of suburban santa clara a little past midnight back to her dorm holding a shake so cold i can no longer feel my hand. we hang out, i open up, she opens up, and now we're that much closer. i can't stop thinking about her and me together. i'm drunk and frustrated. we decide to go down to a freshman's room and rip off his bong ("we" turns into "just prabhjot") so now i'm drunk and high and not really that frustrated anymore.
the all-too familiar sleepiness evident of multiple substances seeps in as the cold, sterile glow of my laptop lights up my face and i think about how i shouldn't drink or smoke again until after my final in two days. the sun rises as a confused yet amused young man crawls into bed for the night.