I’m sitting outside the 2nd Cup at 2 in the morning and the McGill kids are coursing up and down the street, drunk as cats fed on bourbon. Two college girls are standing a few feet from me, chatting, and a young fellow lumbers out of the Cup and spills hot tea or coffee on the sidewalk, right near their feet.
Drunk College Kids Speak
by Tom Crippen
“Ow!” one girl calls after him. “Ow! That burned me.”
The other girl says to her, and I have no idea why: “These things are going to happen. You can’t, fuck, you can’t take that on yourself.” I think she means her friend can’t blame herself