A sobering view from the passenger seat of the 'Drunk Bus'
It's 2 a.m., and you stumble out of a fraternity house, trying to figure out how you're getting back to the dorm. A security shuttle pulls up at the curb, and in an effort not to miss this golden opportunity to make it back to the box of Pop-Tarts in your room, you run to the van, arms waving in the air like a panicked tenant running from a burning building.







