College Life: Chpt 2

It's Election Day. The winds are easily 30 mph+. It's raining like the world is going to end, the water is hitting the window so hard it sounds like a woodpecker knocking his head against the glass. I'm 80 miles from home with no car and no money in the middle of some of the meanest weather this town has to offer.

And my roommate.

Keeps.

Opening the WINDOW.



Does anyone know Dante's number? I think I've discovered a new circle of hell.