I am currently on the floor of North Station in Boston next to a trashcan eating McDonalds. I will be here for one more hour, and have been here for one prior- so basically I’m spending my life in North Station. There is a huge chance I will die here. I almost ate my own hand instead of paying for McDonalds because let’s face it the economy is hard and I could spend that money on cheap booze. That my friend is a college life lesson: no matter how hungry you are you’re better off eating your own hand then spending booze money. There is an exception though if you have traveled hours on a bus, after waking up in nothing but paint and having to walk home at 7 in the morning wearing clothes you think are yours but really aren’t sure, then you fucking deserve McDonalds. You also deserve a beating from someone wit...