last year I was an 80s hairmetal dude, I had pink leopard print tight pants and a sleeveless, torn open Poison shirt w/ marker tats and jewelry and fingerless biker gloves. Oh, and a suit vest. I had a 5th of jack with me all night, finished it too.
I ended up walking home from the party I was at, because the fire department came to put out the huge fire in the front yard. when they rolled up with the cops the 400 people at the mansion party with 11 kegs burst out of the house and scattered
then i drank in my friends dorm for a while with these girls. I ended up passing out in my dorm and locked the door in a drunken stupor. In the morning my roommate told me he banged on the door for half an hour, called my phone 27 times and thew rocks at my window, I was blacked the fuck out.
the next morning I skated to the dining-hall and struggled to lose my hangover for a while. Freshman year was sick.
I love America, I hate Americans.