Just after my sophomore year of college I found myself homeless. Not houseless, as in, I was living with all my earthly possessions under a snug overpass near the freeway. No, just homeless, the word spoken in the wistful tones of Dorothy Gale's "There's no place like home, there's no place like home..."
When I was 20, my mother decided to sell our
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And, I'm curious. Why did you like this one so much?
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Anything that makes me experience part of either experience vicariously I really enjoy. And you painted a vivid picture of an aspect of that experience. That youth action of ready, shoot aim, with burning the sheets also made me laugh.
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I have a hundred stories to tell from the summer at the frat house though. I'll try to work some more into the topic themes for you :)
Here's an extra one from a few seasons ago. I was beginning to think I'd imagined writing it because it took me so long to find it!
http://monkeysugarmama.livejournal.com/22816.html
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My hub also went to Ga. Tech.
This was a fun read!
AW
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I lived in the dorms at college, but never in a Frat House or Sorority house, and the regular dorms weren't quite such a party place. I loved it when you threw the tarty girl out and tossed the sheets on the fire! Very entertaining. :)
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