It was raining that night.

I was still in college.

I had listened to my Scatterbrain album about 3 times in a row, and I was bored. So I went outside and looked around. Not much going on, afterall it was raining pretty hard. And it was a little foggy too, if memory serves me, which it does sometimes.

Sometimes it serves those little hot dogs wrapped up in pastry, and cheesy poofs, but thats a story for another day.

So anyhoot, I went back inside. In my room, I found some Busch Light in the fridge which I happily consumed. A quick scan of the TV proved to me that this was in fact going to be one of the boringest days in history. There's only so many times you can watch "The Jokers Wild", various Joan Collins vehicles, and After School Specials ("Oh My, Little Jimmy Has Hepatitis C!").

I started to listen to Scatterbrain again, but I realized this could only drive me completely insane, so I decided I'd wander around for a while. The whole dorm area thingy had a eerie vacated feeling. Not vacated like feces vacated, but, I think you know what I mean.

So, I went outside again. I saw some people running around with newspapers over their heads in a sad attempt to keep dry. I mean really, its friggin raining, what the hell is a crumby newspaper going to do for you?

But I digress.

People running around gave me an idea. I have legs. I don't smoke that much. I could run around too. I ran through the chill night air, happily, joyfully. I ran through puddles, big and small. I ran all over the terribly landscaped campus.

And I ran into Mike. Mike was/is my friend. Our conversation was short, but it was to start a series of events that would eventually lead to this article. It went like this:

Mike:	Hey
Me:	Yo
Mike:	You busy?
Me:	Er, no, not as such...
Mike: (motioning with his arm, under which he carried something)	Ouji board.
Me:	Nice
Mike:	Want to talk to my dead cat?
Me:	Yeah, I guess.

And with that, we headed back into the dorms once again.  

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