Steve Hoy was the best man at our wedding. But before that he was my college roommate, back when they were randomly assigned without any profiling or preferences being stated.
I coasted through high school and had a great time but I was a terrible student, learning only what I needed to get by. I was determined to turn over a new leaf in college and planned on applying myself. That idea went out the window when Steve showed up. The first thing I remember him saying was, “Is it ok to put one of my stereo speakers on your desk?” He was already a junior. He had a car, a white Barracuda. We had a good time.
We rented a small, coal-heated house the next year and I eventually dropped out but before I did, Steve wrote an English paper for me. I think the assignment was to make something up and that was too much for me. Steve’s paper got me an A-/B+, one of the best grades I received. Steve, a sci-fi buff, entitled the essay “The Fourth Dimension.”
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Contractions? Jeez!
Paul, I don’t honestly remember writing that, in as much as it reads like some bs I would write.(e.g. the unfinished novel ” The Adventures of Radio Larkin”). Does seem a bit crude for a junior in college. I would of and did have Rich Stim write papers for me. And I did corrupt you when I instructed you not to waste time studying, there were better ways to spend time in college. And we discovered the wonderful world of drugs together.