Ethan Egan was going nowhere fast. By the time he reached college, living life for the moment was all he could deal with. An alcoholic, pill abuser father and an absent mother made his life a fuckover. He hated people and he hated what they supposedly stood for. Moving into dorm life seemed his way out, or so he thought.

“Are you Ethan?” Ethan looked up from his journal to see Mr. Jock standing in the doorway.

“Yeah. What’s it to you?” Giving Mr. Jock the onceover, Ethan went back to his writing. The only thing that got him through the day.

“I’m your new roommate. And…” As Mr. Jock gave Ethan the onceover, Ethan closed his journal and threw it in his backpack. “Listen I don’t mean to be frank, but are you a queer? I mean what straight guy would write in a journal?”

“What do you mean?” Ethan couldn’t think of another reason to hang around and find out what he meant. “Nevermind. I’m out of here. And to be perfectly honest, I don’t think I’ll ever be back.” Ethan had his backpack over his shoulder and he slammed the door as he left. He was pretty damn sure he would never deal with this shit again.

“What do you mean you want to withdraw from University before you even start?” Ethan stared at the Dean. The half balding, pencil pusher pushed his glasses up on his nose. Ethan was already thinking about how he could kill him off as a character in one of his stories. Strangled by a necktie, ah the irony.

“Yes, Dean McDermott. I do want to quit University.” Ethan stood to gather his bag.

“Well why?” As Ethan stood at the threshhold, he turned back with a smirk.

“You want to know why?”

“Yes, I do?” Pencil pusher nodded his head enthusiastically.

“Because if I end up a shitwad like you, I think I might kill myself.” Ethan slammed the door behind him as he walked away. He needed to get out of this town. Sure the East Coast is a very lovely place and yes, Yale is a fine university. But Ethan wasn’t one of uptight, East Coast boys who belonged there. He unlocked the door to his ’69 Camero and threw his backpack in the backseat. He pulled out a smoke and began blowing rings. The exact size as the smoke rings now coming out of the Dean’s ass. Ethan sneered at the thought.

“A penny for your thoughts?” Ethan looked over at the passenger seat. A tall, blond sat there running her right hand through her hair and her left hand over Ethan’s crotch.

“Well babe, I was pondering the tight ass of Dean McDermott and how I basically told him to suck me off. What do you think?”

“Well I’m hoping you’re not thinking the Dean’s tight ass is hot.” She continued massaging his leg.

“Don’t worry. His tight ass is not hot in the least. Penny for yours?” Ethan moved his right hand onto her knee while he continued smoking with his left.

“My thoughts were dwelling more on sucking you off, not so much the Dean’s ass.” She leaned over and began kissing Ethan. Her hand started unzipping his fly and her head moved south. Suddenly, Ethan woke up from his reverie. His cigarette had burned down to his fingers and the burn scalded him. Ethan looked over to the empty seat and threw the cigarette out the window.

“Fuck this place.” He started the car and drove off without looking back.