Renegade Dads

          I skipped a second day of Welcome Week parking lot drudgery because I would shoot myself after another six hours of that mindlessness. In place of that, I drank a devil's brew of Don Jose, triple sec and orange juice straight from the tequila bottle and gamed out how new living space would be organized, for real this time. Deploying the flatscreen I found in the Burstein trash room, I laid out a new dual-monitor setup for movies on my desk; later on, I'd rewatch The Raid: Redemption with Kofi, soon joined by Alaric, Nathan and Jules (who kept covering her eyes, hehe. Not a fan of the genre, I think.) Afterward, I talked with Jules until my new bed put me to sleep. Lord, it is comfortable.