Diary of a Mad Frat Man

I never considered myself old until last weekend. I was at the pool at my building when I heard chanting. Across the pool I could see a group of about five guys in their early to mid twenties all shirtless and grunting, rolling in a cooler of beer.

Usually this wouldn't really bother me , but in addition to being shirtless, two of the guys were wearing lei's (Blink Blink, Headshake Headshake) and matching purple hats with their names embroidered across the front (Mick pictured above). On principal, I had to feel slightly nauseous. In the span of one hour the pool had been infiltrated by more and more of these mutant frat boys.

In all of my college experience I had never encountered a crew like this. It was as if Mick had picked up a brochure from Student City and replicated it to a tee. As time wore on and Mick grew bolder from his Natty light courage he began to hit on girls at the pool. The longer he was there the more incredulous I became that he actually existed. My friend and I agreed that this had to be documented.

Taking less than subtle pictures of Mick was seriously hilarious. I'm not sure why he thought we were snapping pics of him, but it was well worth it. Cheers Mick, next time no matching hats please.