I awoke this morning with this tightness in my gut; a signal. Fuck, today’s gonna suck, I think to myself. On mornings like these I was always right: My eyes were fighting me for sleep, and the sun was just a little too high in the sky, meaning I was most likely going to be late for my first class. I glanced over to my nightstand, and notice the sun glinting off the half-packed bowl from last night. Figuring I might as well be high if today is going to suck massive balls, I sit up in bed, grab my bowl, and spark it. Immediately, I wished I hadn’t. My eyes drooped lower than before, my body melting into the cushiness of my mattress.

Somehow, I manage to get out of bed, and get myself dressed and ready. Slinging my backpack over my shoulder, I head out to that place known far and wide as a college student’s saving grace, Starbucks. Luckily, when I got there the line was nonexistent. Maybe today wouldn’t be so bad after all. After grabbing an espresso, I make my way across campus to my 10:30 Psychology class. My phone reads 10:20, so I take these 10 minutes walking to scope out the girls making their way to their respective classes.

It’s a routine thing (and we’ve all witnessed it happen) for men to check out almost every female form that passes through their line of sight. I usually spent my time walking from class to class doing just that. My type: I’m into girls with tattoos and piercings (in moderation, of course, and well-placed), a well-toned, well-sculpted booty, slim body, long hair, and a cute face to top it off. Breast-size doesn’t matter much to me, but everything must be proportional and not TOO big. I’m a sucker for a girl with a cute face, but the biggest turnoff is a nose that just doesn’t fit right. As you can see, I’m a picky SOB. I made a mental note of a handful of ladies that caught my eye before stepping into the Arts building.

I spent most of the class period staring out of the window at girls tanning in the quad. I love the summer sun; it brings to light a woman’s best physical features, and they flaunt them shamelessly for all of us to enjoy. The clock struck noon, and I was more than excited to leave. You see, this is my only class of the day, and it’s Friday. I meet up with my buddy Mazi for lunch after class. Mazi is a light-skinned brown dude with short curly black hair. Girls seemed drawn to him out of the blue, and he’d often get random compliments from some pretty attractive ones when we went out to parties. He wasn’t the kind of guy to strike up a conversation with any of them, but would entertain their company if they seemed interesting.

“Yo mothafuckaaaa, it’s the weekend”, came Mazi’s call from across the quad. We dapped up, then popped a squat on the lawn.

“Bro, what’s the plan for tonight? Wanna hit up some parties on the Hill?” I asked.

“Yeah man, I’ve heard of a couple. You?”

“Same.” The conversation went on until we had a short list of parties we felt were worth going to, most of them at a friend’s place. After lunch, we smoked a J in the park, then headed back to mine to chill. A couple of friends came over, and we ended up playing video games for hours before getting our shit together for the night.
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At around 9 PM, we started our pre-game, then made our drunk walk up the hill an hour or so later.