By: Zedd Strangelove, SFU Student There I was on a rare sunny fall day — socks up to my knees, Chucks on my feet, and a moustache thick enough to make Tom Selleck question his masculinity. My shorts were especially short, my tank top tucked into the waistband. The craving for old frostbitten ice cream hit me, filling my lactose intolerant heart with dreadful desire. With Yung Gravy and bbno$’s “Welcome to Chilis” pumping, I strutted over to the local AQ snack station, my whiskers wet in freezer-burning anticipation. After a solid five minutes of rummaging through my fanny pack…
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By: Zedd Strangelove, SFU Student The room is silent with the exception of a lone ceiling fan pushing lukewarm air down on the bed. There I lie on my crunchy bedsheets, staring into the abyss of my stylish water-stained popcorn…
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By: Zedd Strangelove, SFU Student Quarantine was in full swing, and due to my own poor choices, my classes were, too. The beginning of online lectures were rough enough with my HBO subscription providing me a 34-minute attention span. Three…
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