Here’s a quick back story for this recurring series. During my sophomore year of college my three friends and I decided to live in a quad on the third floor of an old fraternity house (not my frat house). This room had at one point been the chapter room, and when the frat got kicked off campus (damn you administration) the school took over the house and turned the room into a “quad”. I lived there with “Dawgie”, “Buffalo”, and “Slam” (names have been changed to protect the guilty). Hilarity ensued in this room. There is so much that those walls can’t unsee. Some of which I am going to share with all of you, my Internet friends.
We used to drink a lot in that room. And when I say drink a lot, I mean it. As a post grad now, I think back and think, “Fuck. I must have felt like shit all the time from drinking that much.” I have foggy memories of that not being true, and being simply indestructible. Anyway this particular night, a Friday I believe, we felt like drinking, but not partying. Friday’s were quiet nights on campus at my alma mater. Thursday and Saturday were the big party nights. But that didn’t stop us from throwin ‘em back. Dawgie is a bit of a gun and knife nut and so he had a throwing knife set casually kicking around the room. What started as a simple experiment, “If I throw this at the door will it stick?”, turned into an evening of drinking and knife throwing. With safety being the last thing on our minds, we drank and had knife throwing competitions all night long. Sadly, when the year finished up and residence life came in to check out our room, the giant gouges left in the door, walls and furniture were not appreciated. Add it to the bill!