It’s cold. Walking towards the Science Theatres you notice that something is terribly, terribly wrong. The man so calmly referred to as the hot dog vendor is pawning his wares on unsuspecting frosh. The rock is painted in an outlandish fraternity purple. The university sidewalk sweeper is pleasantly locked in his machine of destruction, doing… Continue reading Fear and Loathing on the Campaign Trail ’03
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