"Anky, we have to talk."
It was 2 a.m.
The man was out of his mind.
I could have been doing anything a normal person could have been doing at that time –
Sleeping, reading, studying, listening to music – anything.
But I wasn’t.
It was a Friday night.
I could have been doing anything a normal college student could have been doing at that time – Partying, drinking, throwing up on a Resident Advisor’s door, taking a really drunk girl home – anything.
But I wasn’t.
I was playing Star Wars on the Nintendo Wii.
It was my last day in college before I went home for the summer. How dare he interrupt me on this momentous occasion?
On a normal day, I wouldn’t have answered that call at that time. He was more than likely drunk. He was more than likely calling me to mock me for being home on a Friday night. Make fun of my miniscule, negligible existence.
But I answered it anyway. I still don’t know why.
He told me to come over. He sounded excited, but his words betrayed nothing.
On a normal day, I wouldn’t have gone over at that time. His room was not far, but like they say in Spanish, “(How you say I don’t feel like going)” He could have been setting me up for a prank. A legendary prank that would have been – but only because I was such a fool to go.
But I went over anyway. I still don’t know why.
What happened in that fateful O'Connor hall dorm is history, but it may well be the start of a beautiful partnership.
I don't want to talk about anything right now,
And my plane's boarding anyway. But I'll tell you this.
If I can pull this off, then within one year I will have had and done things beyond my wildest dreams.
And I can't wait!