The first of my record-tying six summer school sessions started in May of 2003. I lived in one of the of six-person suites in Kitchin. A guy named David Wells and me had the singles, and the two doubles belonged to Ryan Plackemeier, some offensive lineman whose name escapes me, Napoleon Sykes, and Cornelius Birgs. The last of which killed a guy early Tuesday morning.
Athletes getting in trouble is unheard of at Wake, but it appears this has more to do with a mental illness gone way bad than your run-of-the-mill trouble makers.
Suffice it to say, it's a wee unsettling when an ex-suite mate commits homicide. Yeah.
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Wow.
As a side note, I'm impressed you remember that much from four years ago. By the way, didn't I come visit you that year, just for an afternoon?
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Ummm... don't you remember the pot-smoking incident with our Johnson hallmate?
*plugging ears* LALALALALALALA
So how long do you think Dan Morgan will last this season? Will he survive the opening tilt with the mighty St. Louis Rams?
you mean Mr. Glass isn't down for the count already?
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