I’m not a big fan of house parties these days—I prefer my drinking on the idle comfort of a barstool or in the cozy confines of my couch. Maybe that’s why I usually end up acting like such a jackass when I go to a house party. Whether it’s peeing off a roof onto the partygoers or stealing all the alcohol because I didn’t like the host—both of which I am guilty of—I have oftentimes been simply known as “That Guy” at house parties.