What kind of pree-vert SUI Phony-Cop wanna-be Clint Eastwood patrols toilets at 4 a.m.?  

Seriously, where are these ill-mannered youth supposed to go to binge-drink and self-abuse and fucking hide -- if not the men's room?

Seems to me Mr. Bohall acted in good sense and logic aforethought.  

He just didn't bet on some asshole teacher's pet (likely pre-med asshole) calling the phony-cops and crying, "There's some dead dude in the stall in the Hillcrest dorm and I'm really scared and it's too early for me to call my mommie because she needs her sleep and would you just come over here and get his dead ass out of my dorm I have a big test today and I'm worried I'm so upset that I won't do well and then I can't be some skinny-ass nonsmoking nondrinking arch motherfucker MD in 10 years ..."

Nowhere to run.  Nowhere to hide.  Lower the drinking age to 16.  It works really well in Europe, and we all know that they are superior.

Lick can look at the report, ask the same question as you, then think to himself, "well, at least he's not good at that either."

In Mr Bohall's defense, it was dawn. .164 at dawn, shirtless, in the shitter, is like .32852 at midnight when the party's poppin'.