who lived in town, an alumni named Scott Karr whose nickname was Race. Race Karr, get it? He was awfully pretty and awfully short and I decided that I was going to seduce him and get it over with once and for all. I had my reasons. He was planning on moving out of town.
I went downtown to Scott's house and Scott wasn't home, but his roommate Steve and a couple other guys were just sitting down to watch a movie and asked me if I wanted to join them. I said sure. The movie was Eraserhead.
I went back to campus and knocked on the door of the guy who lived across the hall. His name was Lowell Slouch. He was a notorious slut, drinker, and pot smoker, in increasing order of magnitude. He was cute. He had a southern accent. He'd do fine.
A few months earlier I'd pulled this cute little girl stunt where I knocked on his door and asked if I could borrow some CDs, because I'd just bought a CD player and had nothing to use it on. He'd gotten me wasted and held my hair while I puked in the cold bathroom. At the time, we all thought it was funny that I'd gotten so drunk on one gin and tonic. Years later, I realized that the single gin and tonic was about 16 ounces of gin to one ounce of tonic over ice in a 20 ounce glass.