...and I'm here.
My buddy Jeff lived on (I think) the 3rd floor of Jester West. Instead of having a wild west freak-show of a community bathroom, like those of us poor souls on the 8th floor, Jeff's bedroom had a bathroom attached to it. It wasn't just for his room. On the other side of the bathroom was another door that led to another 2-person room. So, 2 rooms shared a bathroom. Still, better than sharing it with an entire floor of drunken animals, many of whom failed out of school, but I digress. One of the guys from the other room (that shared the bathroom with Jeff) was a dude who cut the hair of pretty much every black guy on the football team. He would cut their hair in the bathroom and he was so busy that, quit often, Jeff couldn't use the bathroom attached to his own room. Still it was cool to hang out there. I drank and smoked with a lot of guys on the team. If Eric Metcalf was killing people at Austin convenience stores in the 80s, I would have heard about it. I did hear about a lot of abortions and a couple of stolen cars, but fahk, this was the 80s.