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and very stoned on God knew what. Ian was sitting in an easy chair,
reading my Scientific American, when one of them latched onto his
leg. She was kneeling at his feet, babbling something about
running barefoot through the forest together, and sliding down
rainbows.

Ian looked down from his article, said "Rainbows lack structural
integrity," and went back to reading. He wasn't queer. Just sort of
indifferent.

Hasenpfeffer always seemed to have a woman within arm's reach.
Even baching it with us, I don't think he ever slept alone. They
seemed to follow him like flies going after shit.

Or, take politics.

Back then, I was an awfully liberal Libertarian and Ian was a
conservative Republican. I'm not sure, but I think Hasenpfeffer was
pretty left wing.

Or take partying. I like to drink and sing a lot. Ian was an absolute
teetotaler about all drugs beyond coffee. And Hasenpfeffer did
moderate amounts of everything.

Or take sports. Or hobbies. Or damn nearly anything.

Hell, I'm six foot six and Ian was five one with his elevator shoes
on.

Yet when we met in the freshman registration line at U of M, we hit
it off pretty quick. Hasenpfeffer had found this huge three-bedroom
apartment and was looking for two people to share expenses.

We moved in that day. Oh, it was a fourth-floor walkup and the six-
foot ceilings were—for me—an absolute pain, but it was cheap and
that was the deciding factor. None of us had a family to fall back on
for money.

I guess we did have something in common. We were all orphans.

Ian pulled a straight four point and had no difficulty in keeping his
church scholarship. Hasenpfeffer had this talent for pulling dollars
out of all sorts of organizations. But I was only an average student
and I wasn't much good at filling out forms and begging.

I'd used up a small inheritance by the end of my junior year, and
joining the Air Farce seemed like a better shot than getting drafted
into the Army. They put me through a year of electronics school
and then had me spend three years pretending to fix computers
under this mountain in Massachusetts. They'd never even let me