Choose Your Own Friggin' CSH Adventure Back to the Beginning -- About

"Hey, you guys want to chip in for a pizza?"

"Uh, who are you?" says one of the SIHA reps with apparent authority.

"Oh, I'm just a CSH member, living in CSH, doing CSH things, y'know," you stutter. "So, you want a pizza?"

"Actually, that sounds like a good idea. Anyone up for that?" There's a general murmur of agreement, a short vote is cast, a phone call is made, and the pizza is enroute from Papa Johns. When the pizza arrives, everyone dives hungrily into the pies, including yourself, except you smother the garlic sauce all over your slices. Boy, you sure do love garlic! It's oozing off the sizes, dripping on your shirt.

It's around your fourth slice of garlic-saturated pizza when your heart, having given up trying to attempt communication with your brain, ejects out of your body as a last-chance hope of survival before the cholesterol finishes it off. It succeeds in escaping through your chest, but as it has no legs, it just flops to the floor. You do have legs, but you flop to the floor anyways.

And you never did find the yearbook.