Man, I came in 2007 and by that time, a lot of the fukkery had died down. Everyone used to talk about how the older Aggies was on some wild shyt. My pop graduated in 87, and used to talk about Spring Aggie Fest. He came out to ours in 2010, and told me to my face that this was tame.
I’ll never forget the time I was about to get robbed at the Sebastian Village apartments. I had a fukked up 2002 Chevy Impala, that used to have trouble starting at times. Anyways, I’m walking from this girls apartment room after a night of studying and drinking, and I walk past this local cat. I knew he was a local just by looking at him, probably from out there on Florida St or them project homes that was across campus. Anyways as we walking he asks if I’ve got my refund check. I give him the
look and keep on walking. Next thing I know, ole boy is chasing me and I dash for my car. I’m running 200 mph in my brand new polo boots, and I’m just praying in my head that my car will start up. Luckily, it did.