My
hyperactive insomniac of a roommate, that is one way of describing
Joe. A man who thinks "why sleep now, I can sleep in the
afterlife" Joe's much fun though, after all who else can have
1,600 pounds piled on top of them, or have me fall with all my
weight on their face and not break. And Mack, (Grot to those who
know him painfully well), had hours of enjoyment picking Joe up
and throwing him. Joe knows me almost to well, which is scary
enough. And underneath his innocent smile lurks an evil little
man. Almost as bad as me. Joe is now living in
Chattanooga traumatizing people down there. I might have to
bring you some stories about when Joe worked at Woodson's,
terrorized the bag boys. I'm sure some have tremendous therapy
bills. More to come on Joe in the ETSU memoirs, and here.