and what it boils down to is brotherhood. you grow and you learn and you love these people like they were blood. you all spend two weeks together the summer after your freshman year and immediately become inseparable. and then when it all starts to fall apart, you become angry. i become angry.
...i just realized that every pictute of every person i know who goes to mizzou consists of them smiling, giving a sideways peace-sign, and holding a bottle/can/cup of alcohol.