John Huntington

should try to contact me. he was one of my professors. a real prick. and awfully handsome. he did a number on me in class, in front of 23 students! when none of us had the assigned paper, i popped a question. do we make your life miserable. and he looked at me, straight in the eyes, and said. miserable? that's something you and i'll have to talk about face to face, after class. the class was stunned into silence. but no one said anything. that started a series of letters i wrote him. i wanted to send him this line, but i didn't: are your lives as miserable as your parties? it was volatile there for a while. in the end, he denied saying that. had no recollection of it whatsoever. like i said, a real prick.