The loud noise in the hall was getting closer. I knew what that meant, study time was over. Within seconds my door burst open. It was three of my frat brothers, notorious partiers. The fact they came to me was not surprising. I was one of the few people in the house that had a running car.
One of them said, “Hey, Sparky, want to go to a great bar in Youngstown?” What he meant was, “We need a ride to a bar in Youngstown.”
A little bit about these three. I remember their names, but I’m not going to reveal them. All you need to know is that each came from a very religious family. Their fathers’ were ministers. That’s why they were at an evangelical Lutheran college instead of secular state school.
My Dad used to say, “The biggest troublemaker in town is usually the minister’s kid.” In this case, multiply that times three. I was in college to get a degree, not cirrhosis. These three had other educational goals. What those were, your guess is as good as mine.
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