I went to a party last night. A few people at this party deserve note, that is to say, I hated a few of the people there.

There was a guy at the party with long blonde hair and wearing a black trenchcoat. He was a drug dealer from Madison. I don't normally introduce people like this, but that's what he said.
"Where do you live?"
"Madison."
"Do you go to school there?"
"No, I sell drugs."
I was interested at this point. People that take themselves seriously tickle me in a way that other things just... don't.
"Really. What drugs do you sell?"
"Pot."
Obviously at the top of the drug totem pole in Madison. Fuck you, Trenchcoat Douchebag.

Then there were these two wasted chicks just begging for dick. It was ugly. So were they. One of them had horizontal zippers on her shirt. To me, that defeats the purpose of a zipper. As a fashion statement though, it did make her look like a two dollar whore, so props if that's the image you want. These two lovely ladies hadn't gotten past the maturity point in high school where you realize that cliques exist, and are able to name them. It's fun, don't get me wrong, but to be in college at a party and telling people about the cliques in your high school, just seems sort of juvenile to me.

"And there were the preps, and the jocks, and the like, band geeks, and the punks..." No shit. There's a reason drunk chicks end up with cocks in their mouths. At some point even they realize they need to stop talking.