21 was a weird year for me. After spending the better part of 2016 recovering from a nasty car accident I had returned to a world completely backwards from the one I had remembered. The election had divided my college and suddenly everyone was a pseudo-intellectual and the campus was abuzz with fear of killer clowns and natzis. Yeah, I returned back to normal life and natzi’s were a thing.
My friends, who I used to attend frat parties and concerts with no longer wanted to do the things we used to. They opted for getting free drinks at bars that served their liquor with basil from men in their late 20’s who randomly brought up KETO and referred to their dog’s as their “babies”
Plus, everyone was talking about Harambe. I was lost.