Once were the days
of sneaking away
into the Art Quad
to hit our dear vapes.
But now it is empty
and our STIIIZYs are dead.
Once were the days
to get a rush to the head.
There used to be slack lines
and Scooby on guitar.
We used to hear the bells
because the Depot wasn’t far.
Once were the days
before masks were in place
when you still had to sneak away
to go get half baked.
by Brad Butterfield John Craigie blended comedic anecdotes with folk music, creating a one-of-a-kind show on March 1 at the Van Duzer Theatre. Describing himself as ‘the love child of John Prine and Mitch Hedberg with a vagabond troubadour edge,’
150 miles on a motorcycle in a storm is no picnic
by Jake Knoeller and Dezmond Remington For the first time, a women’s club volleyball team is being formed at Cal Poly Humboldt. The idea was brought up when a large number of women were consistently attending the men’s practices, including
by Dezmond Remington Writers are famously loners, depicted in media as squirreled away in some dark cabin deep in the woods or confined to a cockroach-infested apartment. At the bare minimum, they’re often regarded as imprisoned in their own minds,
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