Kentucky Blues

At The Buspark (2)
At The Buspark (2), Kentucky Blues
At The Buspark
Southern Hospitality
Third World Guy
Deaths In The Family
Enemy Of The State
Larry Shinn

There was no sex. There was no alcohol. Not only that day, but any day before that. We had been seeing each other, spending time in the evenings. This was summer. I had just finished my freshman year. She had showed up as a freshman.

There was no sex, there was no alcohol. Me, her, this Afghan guy, and another girl slept on the floor. There were these two guys, the Afghan guy's brother, and this Albanian, they slept in the adjacent room.

It had been a small party in the evening. And a sleepover.

We slept on the floor.

The girl was Jewish, I learned only weeks after we started seeing each other. (Larry Ellison) But that ends up being a key detail to the story.

Many, many weeks later the college president met my entire student government team and with tears in his eyes said: "My daughter got raped." With those four words the motherfucker destroyed my college experience. He is going to have to answer for that with his legacy. I will make sure that happens. I got time.

Kara went ahead and fucked this Macedonian at a party and became pregnant and birthed a child. She said she did that because she feared I might go back to India and launch a nuclear war. Racist bitch Woolfoo put Kara into financial aid trouble for thus expressing solidarity.

One asshole - Economics professor - went ahead and christened me "the Gandhi of Berea." Gandhi is like Lincoln, he is big, he is actually bigger than Lincoln. Don't be disrespecting no Gandhi.