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I When I was a more impressionable lad my father would tell me whenever I asked him for something a friend had, “Son, just remember tha..

II The weeks that followed were rather hectic. What with the start of classes, getting cable and utilities, unpacking, constantly running ou..

III I squeezed my way through the crowded entry corridor. I was greeted by a myriad of painted faces. They sized me up and down and one even w..

IV Reviewing what I’ve written so far, one might get the impression that all my waking moments were spent shadowing Madigan. On the c..

V That promise was never realized. Heather was forced to leave early. We talked for a while; and I gave her a quick capsule of my life. I t..

VI That client wasn’t the only one to mention Madigan dining at Flannery’s Steak and Seafood. I’ve heard others talk about h..

VII Some chubby little boy was crying for his mask and snorkel. The other kids were playing keep-away. I got up and intervened, returning the ..

IIX He tapped me on the shoulder to join in, but I was too scared to sing sympathy. I held on for dear life. Madigan was driving like a nut. H..

IX I seldom sweat from the sauce on wings, and I’ve never ordered anything that I wasn’t able to stomach. That being said; those ..

X After that, I have little recollection. It’s like everything went dark. All I know for sure is what Madigan told me. According to h..