I’ve always loved that “Welcome Back to I.V” moment on the drive into town. Whether it’s a glimpse of the ocean, or the aroma of Freebirds, there’s nothing quite like being back in I.V. after a long break. This time however, my welcome back moment wasn’t quite so pleasant. Let’s just say that having my car surrounded by a group of drunk, naked, out of shape, screaming dudes as I turned down my street was not exactly how I wanted to be welcomed back to school. You chunky bastards know who you are.

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