Daily Staff Writer

My buddy, Skeeter, is really cool. He isn’t like most guys on my floor. He is a horticulture major and when the wind blows just right, he smells faintly of Febreeze, stale smoke and Cheetos.

Skeeter’s room is like another country. He is always burning incense, watching anime, eating mushrooms and listening to Ravi Shankar, Phish and The Grateful Dead.

Once, Skeeter shouted “Sic semper tyrannis!” and bit me. I didn’t take it personally — Skeeter said it was just the peyote.