Tuesday, August 11, 2009

I hope they serve beer in hell by Tucker Max

One of my best friends gave me this book as a going away present because he thought it fit me to a "T". Basically it a guy with little to no limits in regards to his behavior. Why he was reminded of me escapes me. Part of the reason for the choice is because it chronicles the author's supposed life in law school at Duke University. I was eager to get some ideas of how to get through law school without trying, instead I got an entraining, but disposable, set of drinking tales. While it does cover it, I am sure Mr. Max would agree with something I am oft to say "You have not lived until you get blown by a Thai ladyboy in a alley behind Soi Cowboy for 10 bucks".

Needless to say for those of you who know me well these days, this was like crack cocaine for me. It basically encouraged me to get rid of whatever limits I had left and just be entirely honest. I do not know if doing so would work out as well as outlined in Mr. Max's yarns.

Really the best writing in the book was the short dedication written to me by my friend. Since I am trying to keep things anonymous here, thanks Bro. D I hope you can make it down here sometime.

New City

I am not to positive on this city at the moment. I was expecting a big bustling city, not as big as where I came from for sure, but still something more than this. The city seems almost deserted. Even during rush hour the streets are pretty free of traffic. I do not know if it says something about density, urban decay, or just the meager amount of the city I have seen so far.

The city seems pretty segregated actually, and there have been comments by a few to reinforce this. I found it amusing and a bit disappointing to have one of the real estate agents talk about how a place we were going to see "seems unsafe", but its not. It is on "the border" of the "traditional university housing area". The place just needs somebody to understand its an "urban environment". Then as if I was some idiot she had to hit me over the head with "you just need to be comfortable with being one of the few white people in the area". Revolting

I have narrowed down my housing to two places. One is a small one bedroom almost literally next to campus. The problem is the building is very old, has settled, and the floor has a slight slant to it. It feels like you are on a ship. The other is a roommate situation, with a female roommate, and to make it worse she is red hot. Most men would not think this is a problem, however for me the two times I have done this I have ended up sleeping with my female roommate. I do not think I want that distraction and drama my first year of school. What saves her is she is actually a third year student, so she might be able to help if I have any problems academically, not to mention the traditional asset of knowing a local in a very strange city.

I think I will call her today.