It's 1:30am. I hear a knock on my door and open it to find two very drunk college guys singing "We Wish You a Merry Christmas." I watch the strangers in stunned silence while Titan barks up a storm. They eventually finish their serenade, at which point I learn that they are staying with a friend who lives on my street and have been going door-to-door singing Christmas carols in the wee hours of the night. When I ask them how it has been going for them, they reply, "Well, we haven't been shot yet."
College kids: I hate you, but only because I can no longer be you.
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