Dear Comm Ave Running Guy,

Where are you?  I've been up in Boston for four days now and I have yet to see your angry mug lumbering down the street.

I miss the way that you scream "Get the **** away from me," whenever I try to address you in any way, shape or form.  I miss the way you wear those weights--especially that bullet-proof jacket looking thing--all over your extremely fit body (no homo).  I love the way you used to turn around at the School of Education and turn right back around towards Boston College.

Please come back.  If not for me, do it for the freshmen who have heard of your legend, but have not had the blessing to experience your glory first hand.

We all miss you.

Signed,

Callum Hanlon

-For the non-BU'ers, the Com Ave Running Guy is an angry gladiator-looking man, who runs up and down the street with his body bogged down by numerous weights.  If anyone tries to speak to him, he promptly answers with a "**** you" and continues on his journey.  He runs down Comm Ave morning, noon and night.  2 A.M. on a Friday night -- **** blacking out off some Captain and Keystones, it's the perfect time to get even more jacked.