I'll get loaded as fuck on some cheap beer, then start my essay during the wee hours of the morning.

I just have to give you my Mount Allison University story. Mt. A is a crazy drinking school!

This story is your typical university story. Beer and bad decisions...nothing like it!

Picture this: It's about a week and half before the Spring Break (a.k.a. Reading Week ) and I have this 3-5 page essay due for Classics. The essay is due on Friday and it's a Thursday night...and as you can guess, I have barely even looked at the required reading. It just so happens that this particular Thursday night is "Molson Mania" at a bar called Dooley's in the strange-ass university town known as Sackville, New Brunswick. $10 all-you-can-drink, 10-12. Like a power hour deal...with the extra hour.

Now, my essay was due at 11:30 Friday morning, and I hadn't done shit for it. I had spent the evening sleeping and smokin' some ill bud...great at the time, but a terrible idea in hindsight. I was determined to finish this essay. My homeboy, let's call him J, is real hyped about this Molson Mania cheap beer situation goin down at Dooly's. I'm pretty hyped too, but I got this god damn essay (not like I was too worried...Plato's The Politics is some pretty ridiculous shit...especially when you're a pothead). I then make a common, but foolish decision - I'll get loaded as fuck on some cheap beer, then start my essay during the wee hours of the morning.

My homeboy J and I make it to the bar where there are several people. We head to the bar, get our cups, and proceed to drink many beers within an hour. Within the hour I was pretty hammered, but I was still needin some ghedo (weed). Me and my boy head back to the residence where we chill in these two ladies room. My boy twists up a spliff and we head out.

It's almost 2:00 AM and I still have yet to start my fuckin essay. That's the breaks tho!!!!!