"A typical night looks like this: As I make my way home, I pass by young women arm-in-arm with a friend that is incapacitated from a night of drinking. They struggle to hold her up as they walk and try to decide whether to call a cab or not. A little further and I come across a few students on the street corner smoking pot. Yet a little further and a group of young men pass by and I overhear them bantering about a girl they slept with, a guy they fought, and how much they drank “that one time”. When I get back to my apartment, I lay in bed with the cool summer breeze flowing in through my window. In with the air comes the bass from the party next door along with the screams of girls, police sirens, and the occasional gunshot. Jesus is needed here. Desperately."