Charlie Stan's Living Quarters

Three men Chad roomed with were under influence.

There were two men. The boys loved to hang around and do stuff. They were two lads who were pairs in a pod. One young man looked at his pal, “Yoo man. I’m so hungry. Want to go for a spin in my old combustion.” The other brother man looked at his close friend, “Yeah man. I could use a good break away from all this nonsense.” The hungry fella’s name was Chad. Chad was close with Brad. Brad and Chad came a long way. Since they were as young as infants they were always connected. Brad had a smile that shined so brightly, and Chad giggled with the heartiest laugh known to any other brother man around him. Chad looked at Brad, “wee. Dang-it dog, this wagon ride is mighty fine and tubular. I am getting nauseous though. Want to go throw some sticks with me in the nearby pond?” Brad replied to Chad, “Heck yeah. I could use a breather. Let’s go. I’ll race you there.” The two men ran as fast as their hearts could contain. They were as innocent as ever until one day they had to leave their families. Chad’s mother looked at his son, “Alright kiddo time for college. Be on your best behavior don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” Chad looked at his mom and dad, “wow, the first day of my college career. That’s what’s up. Thanks, mom and pop.” Chad’s dad looked at him, “Don’t do anything dumb bud.” Chad gave his dad an unclear look, the youngster didn’t know what the real world was like. Chad roomed with a few other dudes over at the “Charlie Stan” building. A smell that came from the halls of his dorm suffocated their throats. Two men Chad roomed with were intoxicated and under the influence. “Woah, I can’t breathe. I smell something burning. What is that?” One of the two men offered the poor kid a blunt, “want a jab?” Chad looked at it, he remembered the words his father told him, “resist temptation, my son. Don’t smoke or do anything dumb please.” Chad mumbled to himself, “oh yeah...” Chad accepted his roommate’s offer. His other bunkmate passed gas on Chad’s bed. The bunkmate with the herbs replied to him, “No problem my guy, welcome to the good club. We are all here for the same thing my man. Yeah.”