After spending the summer working swing shift in the warehouse of a can factory and gaining valuable insight into how the manufacturing sector of American business preys on the working class and wrecks their backs and hearing, I returned bleary eyed and dragging my tail to the University of Oregon for my sophomore campaign. Having survived a year incarcerated together in the Caswell-Bean correctional facility, my best bud Tom and I decided to re-up and room together at a place just off campus called the University Inn.