“What was it like, being in college in a big city after living in a small town?” I asked as we ate at the diner a couple of weeks later. It was late in the evening and Beebub had just got back from a job.
“It was unlike anything I’d ever experienced, and I was a kid in a candy store. All the flavors I wanted to try were up for grabs, and nothing was holding me back. Even the bigots gave me a wide berth. It helped to be as big as I am.”
“I bet,” I said, and could just imagine the impression he’d made on those clueless bastards.
“I went a little crazy that first year, but eventually calmed down. Sure, I wanted to f**k everyone, but I wanted my degree, too, and Marlene would have killed me if I had done otherwise.” He ate some French fries and asked, “Did you enjoy your first year of schoo
