Originally posted by Replacement
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But he doesn't harbour a fond memoy of the exit.
Last class so it's final exam night.
Fire alarms start blaring.
Security bulls order everyone out of the place.
But it's a bitterly cold December night.
So they allow people to stand between the two sets of doors.
There's Top_Dawg smothered by a crowd of aspiring business analysts, community engagement zealots, and wannabe supply chain mismanagers, all reeking of coffee breath and sour azz.
After a while Top_Dawg couldn't take it.
Told one of his classmates to call him when they give the all clear.
And he went to Hawkeye's to poke back a brew.
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