Last night I had a weird dream about college. Not my college, you understand, but some exotic place with wacky coed dorms and week-long drunken New Year’s bacchanal. (I don’t know where my mind gets this stuff).
On the last day of partying, my male roommate got drunk, commandeered an airplane, and told this ten year old kid he’d picked up to pilot the plane. Unsurprisingly, the plane crashed and both of them died.
What was my first reaction to the tragedy, after coming out of shock and talking to the reporters? Why, to start an “I Pit My Stupid Roommate” thread on the Dope, of course. I woke up when I was about halfway through my OP.
“This is your brain on dope. This is your brain on The Dope. Any questions?”