Content warning: This post discusses anti-Black violence, police brutality, and sexual assault regarding the 1989 Central Park Jogger case.
It is the worst of times, and the most liminal of times. Reading week snuck up on us with a slap and here we are during finals: broken, disheartened, and yearning for summer (why is it still
Cause a 209 party is—educational. And from the looks of that label, it looks like this guy was nursin’ it for some time. Cheers, buddy. Note the dual coping mechanisms: behind the beer hangs a Nightline flyer that reads, “I’ve got 99 problems and then some.”