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Illicitness.

My Dad used to tell me "Never swing at the first pitch."

It was my constant mistake. Fly balls to center field and grounded hits to the shortstop turned into double plays.

Life at college makes me aware of the same philosophy. You can never take the first thing you are offered or hell itself will follow behind.

For me, for my example, it was lady destiny that I took too soon. I knew I would. I lack discipline and covet the beautiful things of this world with haste. I took my go too soon, and I was left cursing that vehicle of glory. The erudite become the pretentious when made aware of their genius.

Reconstructing last night creates a composite of alcohol as my anti-drug, my sparkplug and my kryptonite. I didn't know where I was when it wokre me up this morning and I only had the poster of Clark Gable on the far wall to inform me that the room was not mine.

Knowles and I got back from sailing with a hunger. He had lost his Brown ID and now had no meal creadits. I offered to un-used meals- but we opted for dumplings with Henry on Thayer Street instead.

Schuyler met us at the Happy Dumpling and accompanied us to the Sailing House on Keene Street. There were burgers and beers available. I didn't care what happened later. It was raw happiness at the Animal House off Thayer.

I showed Shuyler the Laser Bar in the basement. I showed him the team pennant and the multiple keg taps. I invented a mythology for the house and explained its importance in the annals of Ivy League Yachting. I took another beer from the fridge and brought extras to the boys outside who were waiting for the freshmen to bring out more beers anyway.

We wound up at Pembroke finding old Abbey friends and intiating the new ones. Jay Popham will not remember last night. But I will remember helping him forget it.

Headaches in the morning reminded that we had had more to drink than ever before. There were the first four beers at Keene Street by 9:00. There was long pulls of Bacardi in the hallway of fourth floor Wooley. There was shots of vodka with Schuyler. There was wine somewhere. There was more beer at the Diva party. There was weed wafting somewhere up the stairs.

But I didn't really care what was available. We were all in the same boat. Freshmen desperation manifested in grossly pre-mixed beverages and messy pre-gaming.

I had nothing to hide; I was dressed in a tight pink polo, an Argyl sweater vest, boxer shorts and a pair of red chuck All Stars. It was all for the best.

It would all be for the best.

Drinkning in MoChamp became dancing in a New Pembroke Lounge. I was kissing in hallways- taking beers from Frankie and wishing him a happy birthday. I was back in the dance kissing, and demanding that Joy in soberiety, not judge the misadventures of my debauchery.

I will never live them down.

We were back in Em-Wol on the fourth floor like the weekend before. There was toplessness and boys from Harvard who swore they had never partied like this before.

We gave the Crimson gentleman shit and the obliged our assumptions that Brown parties harder.

It does, definitely, I've had it from the Horse's Mouth.

We were leaving the drunken techno grind that was Em-Wol fourth floor. We were dancing down Thayer street in boxers and tights. The police tipped their hats to kids who were breifly the smartest people in the world, and now would never be any longer.

We were back in Poland and I was demanding the speakers from Evan in coitus. I told him the people needed music. He disagreed. I dragged the speakers across the quad and locked the Apple Laptop to the grating. The Party was on.

Bottled water from two stories up ended the sheninigans. I was begging mercy from a fellow CS 15 student and he gave it on account of expensive computers and Andy van Dam.

We were upstairs in Archibald 5th floor raving like mad men.

It was snowing.

I was asleep with a wonderful girl watching Fellini.

I was waking up in an unfamiliar place and begging forgiveness.

I was asleep in my room at two o'clock, and the sea-fever came over me.

I got up.