Campaigns cultivate vices...

Campaigns cultivate vices worse than Spring Break in Cancun. Sex, alcohol and rock-n-roll reign supreme on the campaign trail. Some people maxed out their credit card on alcohol, others maxed out their libidos on gothic chicks, others maxed out their livers and lungs on alcohol and cigarettes. Everyone maxed out their cholesterol intake on pounds of Mexican and fried foods.
Some people were sexiled from their rooms. Some people ate so much that their stomaches would talk back, literally crying "help me! help me!". Most people drank so much that by the time the 2.5 weeks ended, no one had a hang over. We had developed into a group of junk-food-eating, chain-smoking, hooking-up, functional alcoholics. We loved every minute of it. The 5:00 am wake-up calls, the 18 hour days, the ghetto hotel, the life-long friends, the green light to eat pure junk, the adrenaline rush that came with convincing one person to vote for your candidate, the crushes, the heartbreaks, the hope, the fear..... All of which culminated into a sea of emotions and actions on Election Day.