jeff. sorry. i didn't even know this was your house until about an hour ago.
oh, professor tripp? you know, last semester, what i said that time in office hours-i hope there's no hard feelings.
i mean, i was breaking up with this girl at the time and my car was ail fucked up and-- well--i was pretty bent in general.
i just want you to know that's why i dropped your class and said all that shit about the university stealing my money and you being a pseudo-faulknerian nobody.
i'm telling you, the tango is ail about latent homosexual love. look at the way they dance-- it's sodomy.
i'll be . somewhere else.