Ah yes, the joys of Bruce at night. Random food left out in a wondrous display of community sharing, random strange people wandering the halls at all hours, and of course, the main course of any late night session of smoking out back, the drunks. They will gladly eat the food you hadn't given a second thought to, and entertain you with their rambling stories and physical comedy. Whether or not any of this is intentional adds a certain element of mystery to the entire equation, a wonderful, general confused feeling is sure to be shared by all. The laughter the overtakes everyone as they attempt to open the one and only door that remains locked at all times, and blank stares received after everything that is being said. Replace this blankness with genuine over-excited interest, followed by another story arcing away in a radical tangent, followed by more maniacal laughter as a member of this merry band of entertainers has several bits of cold quesadilla thrown at them, followed by a hungry consuming of said fake mexican staple. This my friends encompasses the joys of living at Bruce, at least at night. During the day all the normals come out of their beds and yell into large metal items to make sure you cannot enjoy the precious few hours you get to dream of something else, such as good old times, or the random hot chick you passed on your way to class the day before. All grows quiet as a lone saxophone lays down a cool track for your walk to the library to pick up more music to 'temporarily store as a backup on your harddrive' or stumble back from your recent 'donation' at the plasma bank. And what is it all for? To simply enjoy a few nerdy laughs over some comic books or perhaps an entertaining game of the tabletop variety. Yes, when you learn to appreciate these small things, the world truly is a wonderful place to live. And people say nothing ever happens after last call.