Here's the Harvard student journalist edition of my blog...

To see how messed up people can be, read this article...Click HERE

On a lighter note, one of the more amusing pieces of writing I've read in a while was in FM a week ago (Fifteen Minutes, Harvard's special weekend paper). It was entitled "How to Get Play at Harvard College"...if you aren't a current Harvard student or alumnus I'm not sure how well it translates, but here are some choice cuts:

- If she attends your garage sale, you must eat her eggplant. From Boccacio to Baio, all the most essential player-qua-pimps know this.

- Always be willing to pull the trigger and bite the bullet. Opportunities for ass can come anywhere and at any time. You’ll be in the pit, hacking the sack with some hobos, and a slum-honey glory-girl with ink all over her grill will come up to you begging for something erect. It’s your obligation to tell her, “I know I go to Harvard, but this Ivory Tower’s looking for any old hunchback that’ll ring my bell!” Clever shit like that gets all the pit girls hot, especially if you’re flashing an Andy Jackson.

-Work the Loker billiards and foosball scenes. Pop $2 in the Jukebox, pump up the Prince, and start rubbing something. Carry a banana and some extra-sensitive ’tex around the tables, so when hitting balls with a talented honey, you can spit, “Nice shot in the corner pocket, and by the way, I can put a condom on a banana like nobody’s business. Not because I’m a pervert or shit like that, but because I sheath magnum on my mango-root all the time, right before I have sex with ultimate stick-shift honeys like yourself.”