If you haven't had the luxury of riding the last bus home to North Campus on a Thursday/Friday/Saturday night, you my friend have not yet lived.

There is a sense of pride and teamwork amongst the drunks as they struggle against the odds to stay on their feet when the Comet streaks around the bend onto Fuller. Somewhere in the back, a kid vomits an arc of glory out the window as his friends cheer. Jealous women gossip about their slutty friend who stayed behind while proud guys toast their slutty friend who did the same.

Yes, some would say that a shifting, lurching roller coaster bus-ride at 2am sounds like the devil's work. They would be correct, but people said the same thing about Rock and Roll, and that turned out to be, by all accounts, pretty rad.