Going on a rampage in a Santa suit with a hundred others dressed
in the same will grant you special powers that you don’t have
in everyday life.

“Isn’t there somewhere else you should be?”
It’s a question I’ve often meant to ask on a Thursday
night in the blocks surrounding fraternity row.
Sheltered by the city limits of Bel Air, Brentwood and the
Westwood commercial district, dozens of college students congregate
in the streets, idly wandering from party to party.