Drunk dudes and Stoners

    I am staying in a dorm with my boyfriend.  I decide I want to get high.  It is college after all.  So I smoke some weed.  I am high, as I stumble my way down the hall to the bathroom.  I pee and pee and pee for what seems like an eternity.  I realize at some point that I was missing my urinal completely and I was using the one next to me which is made doubly weird because the urinals are in stalls and all the stalls are occupied.  So I finish and stumble back down the hall.  I can't remember the name of my room or the number for that matter.  Each door is decorated like a kind of candy shop.  I remember mine some how and I go in.  Then I have the brilliant idea of looking at my door so I can remember the store name for next time. It says "Deb's Hotchles" or something like that.  

     As I am closing the door some drunk dude appears.  He leans on the door so that we are talking in my doorway. He asks me if I am North Korean.  I just stare at him in disbelief that this is his pick up line.  He makes a move to go but I ask him if he is in any of my classes.  He just looks so familiar.  I think he is black but it is hard to tell what he looks like because the lights are off in my dorm room.  He says "Grease." I say huh?  He says "Grease, like the musical. Dude they love exotic looks in movies."  I give him another blank stare.  At this point I am thinking I smoked way too much weed to be having a conversation with a drunk dude.  I realize he is trying to hit on me.   I say "See you around." and move to close the door on him, but he pushes in because he wants to talk to me.  So I tell him "I got a boyfriend and he will break you if he find you here!"  His friends show up and pull him out into the hallway again. He is just mumbling "Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shit!"

Coyotes and Corgis

I wake up and I see that it is 11:14 but I can't tell if that is AM or PM.  I turn the light on and look around the room.  There's a small coyote dog in my room.  It looks like a mix between a corgi and a coyote.  It looks like a wild dog with short legs and mange.  It bites into the knuckle of the middle finger on my right hand.  I grab its muzzle with my left hand and grab its jaw with the rest of my right hand and pull it off my knuckle.  I twist so that its jaw breaks.  Its face looks goofy and sort of pathetic.  It runs off.  I look at my hand and aside from a little tightness in the knuckle my hand is fine.  The thing didn't even break the skin.  I get up and look for some slippers but I realize that there are none that fit me.  I think about how I had allowed some guests to sleep over.  Perhaps it was the morning then since no one is sleeping over now.  I get out to the living room checking the hall bathroom to make sure that the thing hadn't run in there.  I see it walking around the living room.  There is sunlight and it looks like early morning.  I go to the front door and the coyote seems to know what I am doing.  I open the door and it just runs right outside.  My mother is there I guess she saw me let the coyote out.  I tell her that they are vermin.  And I tell her that I often find one or two of them in the house when I wake up in the middle of the night.  She asks me what I do when I find them.  So I tell her quite casually that I either kill them or break their jaw depending on my mood.