It all started at a theater house party (of course it did). As a freshmen at Syracuse University I experienced, for the first time, independence and it was awesome. I went to sleep when I wanted, I ate when I wanted and I partied when I wanted. However, as a freshmen I had more time to think about stuff that never really occurred to me. I came out to myself that year and it all started with jungle juice, a horrible dancer (in retrospect) and some poorly arranged strobe lights….
This is a coming of age story where the main character slays in the end.