The Kirkwood Experience

Some mornings I wake up to a WWII Howitzer going off and vibrating my bed. This place is called Animal House and it's earned the name. I've been here a week and two windows have been broken. The veterans here tell me it hasn't even begun, and that scares me a little. It's strange that football comes on at 10am here, and everybody says "Hella," but it's home for now. The bed is comfortable and the people are mostly kind. But I miss Sultan's Market and the Gallery Cabaret.