Donny Donorelli

Rule #1

Rule #1: I will not break any of the rules, if I do break any of the rules I will not get caught. I don’t remember much if I’m being completely honest. I never do when I mix coke and alcohol. I’m not trying to say that I’m a speed-freak, a druggie, or tell you that I do drugs and I’m cool because of that. Drugs don’t make you cool, except Xanax (allegedly) because that shit will calm you down and mellow you out. Barred out is what we call it. Anyways I really only do it, blow I mean, on special occasions, you know? Birthdays and big fraternity events like big-little, crossing, and bid nights. We’ll whip out one of the old fraternity composites and pick one of the ugliest motherfuckers we can find and do a few lines off his cheesy face. In this case it was bid night, my first bid night as a brother. I copped a half a gram, roughly $40.00 worth for myself and my friend who got a bid that night but who was on the fence about going through with the process. Nothing that a little snow can’t fix I thought. I grabbed a ceramic plate, threw it under my arm and snatched my indecisive friend who was chatting with some of the other brothers.