As opposed to youth + hormones = instant wangst! There's a lot of pouting, sulking, and petty grudges in this fic. But I'm having fun vicariously reliving writing about shitty triple-deckers and the college student's love/hate relationship with PBR, woo!

HAHAHA THEY WOULD BE. I also had friends who made pyramids out of beer cans, and we were the apartment that had a bunch of empty liquor bottles full of cigarette butts on the balcony because no one wanted to deal with them.