So it has been a while since my last post, but I've been busy and I've also been contemplating whether or not I should have posted this... but I'm going to. Last week there was a Frat party and people were being invited left and right. I was invited, but I knew right off the bat that I wasn't going to go, because Frat parties are bad new. Animal House may have been a great movie, but it didn't come close, in my opinion, to showing all the bad shit that comes out of your standard Frat party.
These are two things I was told happened that night. The first bit of information was given to me by an old friend. An anonymous party was on his or her or their way to the party when he or she or they were stopped by two persons, one of which was wielding a shotgun, who came from out of an alleyway. A mugging occured and it is only another reason I don't walk down Diamond Street on a normal basis. STAY OFF DIAMOND STREET.
This is the second thing that happened that night. At the party, like most, there was an array of cups with mixed drinks in them. As the party came to an end and everyone was on their way home, between five and ten (don't really remember the exact number) boys didn't quite make it all the way. These guys weren't even scrawny guys like myself, but were big burly athletes. Some passed out in their dorms on their beds. Some just a few feet from their beds. I was even told that one individual was found passed out on the sidewalk in front of his dorm. At the party roofies were dropped into random drinks and these lucky guys experience the full effect of the date rape drugs. Does anyone suppose any girls experienced the full effect? What other experiences do you think they had that they aren't even aware of?
Like I said, Frats are bad news and Frat parties are even worse. This is all the more reason I will not be attending any.
More stories soon.
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