In the south manners matter and the extended hand from Brick made it seem like home. After a firm handshake he continued to get dressed. As he walked out the field house Jimmy thought about what Rafa said, [i]Fuck yes. I love parties, hope they're as good as Houston's.[/i] Of course Sentinel State has better parties, that's why Jimmy woke up in twisted sheets, bare ass naked and with a searing headache. The headache was quite unusual, Jimmy was hung over, but this was over the top. Sitting on his bed Jimmy thought back to the very beginning... [i]beginning [/i]... [i]beginning [/i]...

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Jimmy pulled his put on his sleeveless hoodie. [i]The essence of cool Busta, the essence of cool.[/i] he reassured himself in his head. Jimmy didn't never really had esteem issues, but the little mental boost helps produce the aura of cockiness everybody knows and loves. Aloud he said,

"I'm Ralph Macchio, but with better abs." Sure he see's himself as the Karate Kid, but how can you even win at without rituals. So with his winning mantra already said Jimmy went to the lounge, expecting gringos and gangster rap. Jimmy pushed the door open and saw he was right, but it wasn't just white people it a veritable rainbow of color. They had black girls, white girls, half Chinese half Japanese girls, and they had the Latinas. Before he went to go integrate he stopped by the fully stocked bar to grab a two beers for him and the mexican chick he saw in the back. Before he could go talk he heard somebody yell 

"Freshman Initiation!" [i]Hijo de puta, son of a bitch![/i] Ol' Jimbo got interrupted from working his magic and of course Jimmy never knew that Initiation was the whole reason this party existed.