Street Fighter.

Last night was the craziest night of the semester so far. And we're only 3 weeks in. We went to the lamest dumbest emptiest old head party in the world...But that's besides the point. The point is before we left we all had our own bottles of bacardi. That's usually all we need to be ON. But then we decided it would be a great idea to snatch drinks from these old geezers, and since they were desperados anyway, they offered to buy us more. How could we refuse? Great. So a bottle of bacardi and 6.3894 "SHOTS SHOTS SHOTS" later, I'm dancing on tables. My girls are in their own worlds, one crouched over throwing her life up, one STILL taking shots and the others grinding on these grandpops like they were in "Dirty Dancing". So I get carried off the table by the CLUB MANAGER and we get kicked out. I dont know how we caught a cab but we did, and 6 guys try to hop in. Thankfully the cabbie wouldn't allow that so they got kicked out.

I fell as soon as I got into my dorm.
And again in my room.
And after I ran up and down the fourth floor screaming "where them bitches at?!" I fell again.
And again rolling off my bed.

This morning I woke up with a swollen hip, and a sore left side. Just like a street fighter. It's about time to take some sleeping pills and get ready to do it all again.

***This may sound like fiction but it is 100% real. Shame.