Sophomore Stories Part XIX "Fire Alarm"

My sophomore year is when I was introduced to cigars. Being legally able to smoke suddenly hit several of us and we decided to give it a try.
While KU was a dry campus that banned alcohol, tobacco was still allowed outside. In the beginning, we would go down to the north stairwell and stand just outside and puff on our cigars...but it was very cold so the weak-hearted soon gave up this disgusting habit.
I on the other hand took to it quite nicely and fell in love with Swisher Sweets. My beloved roommate preferred that I not smoke in the room, so I always went outside...or hung out the window of our 5th floor room.
Well, one day I was sitting on our window sill, leaning out every so often to puff away. Meanwhile, I had our massive stereo blaring Dig Hay Zoos because they totally rock.
Suddenly James opens the door looks at me and says, "fire alarm dude." Until he opened the door, I had not heard it.
For those of you who may think that I'm hard of hearing, let me assure you I am not. The dorm fire alarm is LOUD. Extremely loud. It could be attributable to my ears tuning out a certain frequency I suppose, but more likely it was the 15 inch woofers.
So I grabbed my coat and went outside...again. I left the stereo on just for fun.