In the fall of 1992, I signed my life away to a far off land called Cazenovia College. A nice small college the size of a softball field. There I studied the fascinating subject of Commercial Illustration And the Fine art of getting drunk.

I thought for my first time of drinking I might want to save this for posterity. Boy was I wrong.

I was exiled there until 1996, having earned a $40,000 hole in my pocket and a Bachelors Degree in Fine Arts. Not only did I learn a great amount there, I made some great friends, so here's a couple of pictures of them :

After 12 long hours, and a lot of complaining, we finally got my dorm room cleaned.

I asked everybody, "Please don't eat the trash," That's All I asked.

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