Dr. W. A. Frost's Ides of Revolution

  “Just like this bruh.” Jim watched intently as Kai let out a huge cloud of Purple Haze, analyzing the drag. Inhale deeply, then pull the stop. It seemed pretty clear, yet there was still that innate hesitation as his stoner dudebro roommate handed him the bong. When Jim arrived at the University of Hawaii, he knew that his family wouldn’t be able to commandeer his life any longer. After years of being stuffed into suits and forced to be the “good boy” for his entire life, he was done. He wanted a little bit of chaos. He loved the idea of just tokin up at enjoying the high, or fuckin’ shit up on the regular. So when he walked into his room on move in day to see some smelly bro hotboxing the room, he knew that he was finally going to experience life. “Okay, so just inhale and pull the head out. The smoke will hit you all at once.” Kai tossed his arm around his little disciple, excited to see what the bong had in store for Jim. It had hit him in one very impressive way, turning him from

  “Sup dude?” You wiped your groggy eyes, dazed and confused. You had just been walking down the street, when two grimy skaters collided with you on the sidewalk! That was the last thing you remembered before waking on the cold tile floor, the two skaters sitting in front of you on the bench.  “What the fuck!” You shout, as you struggle to get up off the dirty tiled floor. You feel your back being pressed back down onto the ground, the first guy’s foot firmly placed on your back.  “Hey, hey. You took a nasty fall, bruh. Just stay where you are. Don’t want you passin’ out again.” The wet tile floors berate your face with tainted shower water and inconceivable disgust, as the two skaters look down at you, their prey. “You’ll thank us later for everything, bro. Just you see.” The two rise and begin to head toward the door, but not before taking a moment to spit on the ground before you. Laughing, and satisfied with their conduct, they exit the shower room. You take a moment to gather your

  “Little bro! Where you at?” Henry’s older brother Josh had just gotten back from some wild frat party, and he was clearly wasted. He was 6′7, captain of the basketball team, and couldn’t hold his liquor worth a damn. It was so bad this time, that he had walked all the way from Sigma Epsilon to Henry’s place. When he got sloshed, he had a tendency to crash on his couch. “I’m upstairs, Josh!” Henry called out, hearing fumbling and crashes downstairs. He could fell the thumps and knocking of his gigantic sibling sauntering up the stairs, all the way to just outside his door. Two loud bangs echoed on Henry’s door. He rolled his eyes and got up from his homework, unlocking his doorknob. Within seconds, Josh burst through into his room wearing nothing but his blue underwear and grey basketball socks. “My dudebro, you shoulda been there… It was… So fuckin’ lit… Haven’t been this drunk in weeks.” Henry broke a smirk, and point to the bed, inviting him to lay down. Instead, Josh plopped down