Kyle of that band Rainer Maria also hung out at the same house two nights before. He had chipped teeth and reminded my roommate of Peter Saarsgard (speeeell?). The same boy who farted and had a ghost strum a guitar in his room taught the guy how to bong a beer. The guy kept turning to me and commenting on the "collegiate plateau" we were participating in. Come to think of those plateaux, I was also a participant in a long conversation about evolutionary biology with Bob, who, even 13 beers in, is extremely articulate about the varied arguments for and against intelligent design.
(He was the only articulate one, though. All I can say is that i.d. is wack times ten. I like being romantic and thinking about origins, too, but I also like trusting nature, and dislike the notion that nature "couldn't possibly" create certain complicated structures. Fuck that notion. It CAN happen. And not just in a McWorld.)
Now I shall listen to the Coasters and await my certain death.