Looking at that girl’s Facebook profile was a bad idea. I knew that beforehand. It’s why I had deleted her number and had not talked to her for a year.
I looked anyway.
I originally planned for HackUMass to be my college dose of questionable life decisions — the kind of stupid reserved for getting wasted at a frat, except with technology, Red Bull, insomnia, and the insistence that it was “educational.” What…