In 2003, I was living in Carman Hall, the freshman dorm at Eastern Illinois University. Rumor had it that it was built on swampland and that the girls tower could sink at any moment. It had a disgusting pond that some kid everyone called Skittles jumped into one night. It’s the same pond that one of the dorm’s night assistants had to fish his moped out of of.
I lived on the second floor, but knew the elevator well. It’s the building in which I first got drunk, first got a blowjob, and first heard Deja Entendu, so I’m sort of attached.