I let her but part of me wanted to push her against thewall and beat the hell out of her."Why didn't you help me?" I demand."Dave and I," she says, "w...ll, were weren't exactly of sound mind lastnight."I remember Dave's voice pitching and his freaky eyes."You were high?" I ask. "You were high and you went for a drive?!" Yeah..." she mumbles."You're fucking stupid crazy!" I scold. "You could have crashed andkilled an old lady with a baby. That's worse than being locked in ashitty diaper.". Kingdon's questions about my knee. "From the last four years, it appears that your knee healed properly. What's your best time in the 40?" I did a 4.27 last fall," I replied."Do you expect to go under 4.3 here, Kyle?" Al asked. "Will running on artificial turf affect your time? I know Penn State plays on natural turf." I do expect to run it in less than 4.3 seconds," I answered. "I haven't run it slower than that since high school. My team has played on artificial surfaces too. I don't think. Until I heard the door open… “Hello…?” I heard a young woman’s voice echo through the bathroom. I terminated all play! I don’t know what made me do this, but I quietly lifted my feet off the floor so she wouldn’t know I was in there. And I’m glad I did. After a few seconds she came in and went into the stall right next to me. I figured I would wait tell she left but I was in for a surprise. A few minutes went by when I started hearing those easily recognizable noises of wetness and moans… She. Yet I was unable to continue with my education due to lack of funds and legal papers. Without legal papers, I couldn’t even apply for federal student financial aid. And that sucked. You’ve got no idea how frustrating it has been for a brilliant young man like myself. Between 2007 and 2009, I authored nearly two dozen books and published them through a small, independent print-on-demand publisher. Many of my books are to be found in the African-American fiction section of the Brockton Community.