Hey, bad boy editor here. After fleeing Orange County (multiple warrants out for my “arrest”) I’ve had a lot of time to reflect and think on my actions and lifestyle. Maybe I shouldn’t have driven my dirt bike through Memorial Lawn. Maybe I shouldn’t have smoked a blunt in Jerry Price’s office in AF after hours. Maybe I shouldn’t have shat in Beckman 203. I don’t know. Everything I once knew feels wrong. Maybe I’m... no longer a bad boy... Maybe I’m just... Boy Editor? I don’t know if I can handle that though. Who am I without my leather jacket and wallet chain? Maybe it’s time to reinvent myself, to create an editor persona that allows me to live a full life, make friends, fall in love even. Meet a nice girl editor and settle down, have a little editor family with an editor picket fence and little editor dog that barks through the editor screen door. I have much to think about. In the meantime, I hope you enjoy our issue.
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