In 2001 I was with the best paralegal I ever knew, the late Mike Sullivan. I bought a pair of sunglasses. I needed a pair badly but they had a small selection. To my disgust, I bought a pair with a little image of the Bugs Bunny character, Tasmanian Devil. I told him how disgusted I was with the glasses. For 1 of the very, very few times the late Mike Sullivan was wrong, he said, "there's a value in scaring others, maybe you'll scare people with those glasses." Well, I think I lost them within a few months.
Spring, 1987 I was in the last semester of college. I was student teaching going to graduate mid May. So, I was with a couple of roommates. They were tough guys who weight lifted a lot. They had a friend named Hotter that could beat us all up at the same time. The other thing about my roommates is that they were heavily into fooling others including me.
Thought popped into my head.
Hotter was there (bigger than LIFE!). The tough roommates were there,,, the sprinter, the weight lifter. Weight lifter says, "what's happening Vince?"
I shrugged my shoulders, then non-chalantly replied, "I'm going to check into a mental institution. I might be going crazy."
HOLY SHIT! cried the sprinter.
Damn! said the weight lifter.
of me!"
When I walked out to the dumpster they all ran to the balcony and stared at me. Like.......I don't believe Vince! He's not coming back! He's not throwing the trash out; he's going to go in his car and we won't see him for awhile.
The weight lifter even asked, "You're really gonna leave, aren't you, Vince?"
I just gave him a vacant smile.
I walked back in with a shit-eating grin and looked at Hotter.