Look at all these faithful readers!
Yes!!! It's fantastic.
So I told you all I was writing a new book. Yippee...
I'm gonna plug an antidote/piece of it into here at random and try to get some responses or feedback. See if it's worth pursuing.
The thing about this book is that a lot of it will upset/offend some readers. However, if you want to be proud of who you are, or be proud of someone else, you must be proud of who they were.
Tell me if you identify with it. Or if the voice is all wrong. Just gimme some type of feedback. If you never went to college, then at least let me know if its entertaining or not.......................
Countless nights of madness were ahead of us and countless nights were already underway. How much beer could one person drink? The liquor store stayed in business because of us. It was pure lunacy every nite in suite 303 of Murray dorm. We were immortal; we were young; we were gods.
Halloween, freshman year, October of 2001, I was running with a few different circles. Jessica Paul was a friend of mine at the time.
'Josh, you want to go to ECU with us for Halloween? It's gonna be wild. Nothin' but people acting crazy all over downtown Greenville.'
Sign me up! Jessica was driving, I was drinking, and we were all partying. We started drinking before we ever left Campbell.
Then we drank all nite. We drank walking down the street, drank at a friend of a friend's apartment, we had blood in our alcohol veins.
Yet all good things must end.
We loaded up to drive back to Campbell at 3:00 a.m. and riding that far after drinking that much never ends well. I was ridiculously drunk at the time and thought that passing out would be the best thing to do.
So I did.
I was wrong.
Some where on I-95 Jessica was forced to snatch the car off the road or have vodka laced puke in her carpet.
It's amazing, to look at it now, to think that any of the above ideas could have a good result.
A. Drive to ECU
B. On Halloween
C. Drink all nite.
We are who are because we were who we were.
I made it back, alive, and had one of the worst hangover ever the next day. That nite?
We started drinking again.
-it is what it is-
-joshua
