TALES FROM COLLEGE

[Colonel Flagg]

Unfortunately, most of my stories don't travel well. They either consist of me or some of my cohorts getting roaring drunk, praying to the porcelain god, passing out on the bathroom floor, you know the drill. During one summer, I had one experience that might qualify as "interesting":

A friend invited me to play in a Renaissance Consort - don't ask, don't tell - after which I was invited to have dinner with him at the house at which he was living for the summer; it was a community-living arrangement, which unfortunately was quite common in those days.

So, we're sitting, having a couple of beers and shooting the breeze when in walks a naked man. Followed by a naked woman, and another naked man. All of whom have no business showing their bodies off to anyone.

I looked at them - how could I not - then I looked at my friend who immediately looked away as if embarassed. Imagine that. Well, I just had to stay for dinner, then, didn't I?