The worst part of the story is what I did afterward to get over it.

Well there is nothing like your first real semester at college. For me it had started the end of summer 2002 when I transfered from JC. I was ready to get my party on at UCSB.

Tip number one: don't ever start dating the girl that lives across the street from you. Yes, it may seem convenient; however lots of trouble can come from it.

Anyway not knowing this I had just gotten into a relationship shortly after moving with the hot blonde senior across the street. Needless to say being only a sophmore at the time this was frickin sweet. Anyway after about a month of dating things turned bad and we ended up in the living room of her house one night yelling obscenities at the top of our lungs of how much we hate each other, which ultimatley really proved to be true in the long run.

Well the worst part of the story is what I did afterward to get over it. About three days prior I had made the weekly trip to Costco to pick up the essential amenities, hot pockets, liquor, and of course boxed wine. I had also purchased a nice new bong a couple days prior. So I went home in my state of oblivion and anger and remembering the wine and eighth of chronic I had decided to drown my sorrows.

Alone in my room, three quarters of a box of wine and over half an eighth later i was just about ready to pass out when suddenly the worst case of the spins I have ever had hit me like a ton of bricks. Just to give you some background I am 6'5" and 220 lbs. so this takes a lot to make happen.

Anyway to shorten the story a bit I ended up curled up next to my porcelin buddy that night vowing I would never drink again, that is until the keg of Sam Adams at nine o'clock the next morning thanks to my roomates knowing how rough of a night I had had. I love college.