This left me 24 extra dollars in my pocket. The one I called said that he would buy my beer for me because I had helped him move into his new apartment earlier in the week. I call up one of my beer-buyers to take me to get beer at the drive-thru. The story begins on a normal Friday night. I am unable to explain why this relatively weak drink makes me behave like an asshole, but it does. For some, like my buddy Torch (remember only nicknames here), it's Jack Daniels. A drink that when your friends discover you have been drinking it, respond with something to the effect of "not again!" The One Drink is different for everybody. A drink that makes one experience every single emotion known to man, and usually within a matter of minutes. It has been my experience that everyone has what I call their "One Drink." The idea being that everyone has one drink that makes them go back to their instincts of just wanting to break shit. This night's events took place at The House and involved almost everyone that lives in the House with me and all of those who partied at our House that night. It was EASILY the story from the Friday before Fall Break. I did not have to think too hard to figure out which story would be the best to start with. I'm sure I wasn't the only one.I have decided that Friday was a pretty insignificant night and therefore not good enough to start off the storytelling that this blog will be founded on. Funny though, every day for four years I would "take care of things" in the last shower stall, and no one ever caught me. that my grandmother had made for me.) Even inside the bathroom at the sinks we all kept covered up. (Me, I'm ashamed to admit that I wore a brown corduroy bathrobe. The occasional cocky showoff would wear just a towel. Guys weren't naked in my 70s dorm, and usually wore gym shorts going down the hall to the bathroom and showers. I was kinda bummed out and I’m hoping that one day I can have my own place to chill I’m fhe nude. He said he was ok with me being in my underwear. So recently I asked him if he’d be cool if I went nude while he was around. I also understand it might make him uncomfortable. During the time he is in the room with me (which is a lot) I hate the fact that I have to cover up. He often goes home for the weekends which is when I go completely nude while he’s gone. Neither of us were freeballers at that time, we both wore boxers. He and I never really talked about it after that but we were both comfortable naked. I was sleeping in boxers and after a couple of weeks he kept harassing me so I took them off and slept naked the rest of the year. He wasn't gratuitous at all, but I saw all of him pretty much every night and morning. He just took his clothes off during our first night living together and didn't try to hide it. My college roommate my sophomore year is who convinced me to sleep naked.