What The Hell Happened To Greco? Part 2

6 am rolls around pretty early when you are hungover and homeless. Thursday was miserable it was rainy and cold and I was all out of clean clothes, so the best place for me to be was the super quiet area in the library on the giant leather chairs, I don't know who decided to put leather chairs in a super quiet area but that was the place for this hungover hobo. I napped there most of the morning and eventually found enough strength to get up and go to class. With the finish line in sight there was only one more obstacle to overcome, open mic. That is right folks I am a sucker for cheap drinks, wings and drunk emo-kids singing and playing the old geeetar. So with the conditions just right I proceeded to do what I had done every night prior, I drank my face off and ate chicken wings. The night went well and there was no shortage of people willing to buy me drinks on the last night of my plight. The night went great, I always think the wave is great when it is toned down and you can actually talk to the people you are with at a reasonable decibel level.  At the end of the night everybody went home and I decided to go back to my favorite place to crash, back in Big Papa Younis' office, I strongly recommend that before everybody finishes there time here at UPEI to sleep in Shawn Younis' office. So with that I went 4 for 4 at the wave. I came, I conquered, I got drunk and ate chicken wings at the wave.

-Greco