The College Crew...

This blog post contains the words Gorrilla Suit, Urinal, Gunpowder, and two separate mentions of Orgy... read at your own risk.
(i've got you hooked now, there is no turning back...go ahead and continue reading....go ahead...I dare you.)

From time to time I'll think about all the crazy shit that I did back in the university era of my life. The excessive ammounts of alcohol, full gorrilla suit antics, shoving samurai swords through cheap dorm walls, smoke machines in the bathrooms, ripping doors off of hinges to make tables for passers by to play drinking games on, daring some guy I've never met before to tea bag my sleeping roomate and then filming the look of horror on his waking face, buying a keg of the cheapest beer you can find dressed up like "the dude" from the big labowski, saturday night soro-orgies(thanks missy for the "soro" prefix), on and on....it was like a regular fucking Belushi film back then.
Okay, all of that is actually true except for the orgy part, that kinda stuff didn't start happening to me till after college.

But I wonder, here I am in SF, mostly riding mountain bikes and making video games....what are those guys up to now?

It turns out that you can't completely teach an old dog new tricks. The following 3 videos are of my main partner in crime, Mark(60% of the time quite litterally that), and other respectable antic-smith, Alex. These vids are really only moderately funny at best...it's just funny that they were shot like..2 weeks ago, why is it fun to throw lawnmowers through windows?

Video 1

Video 2

Video 3

It might be another blog to explain how my friend came to own this fine specimine of rotting abandonment, but we'll do that later.

Here is a link to a bunch of pictures of this house, that over the years, had evolved into being WestLafayette's public urinal/airline vomit bag.

http://www.signatureloftsonsylvia.com/teardown.htm

you can see me in one of the pics with my bright orange hoodie. I drove out to this place to check it out with Mark right around NewYears.

In retrospect, i'm actually really glad that I've graduated from the realm of logic that says throwing( well, I guess it was more like shooting) fireworks at policemen sounds like fun. (they really get pissed when small or big "gun-powder" like explosions are going off near them, trust me.)
I guess there will always be a small part of me that understands how doing something, litterally because it's stupid, is truly liberating.
FightClub: "How much can you know about yourself if you've never been in a fight? You don't want to die without any scars do you?" Fuck no.