Dr. Kendall Crowns

The next morning, test day, I left before the rooster began.

I don't know how he did on the tests, but I know after that, he started to drink and yell more and more, and there were often loud, angry arguments with his stripper friends.

And that phone, that phone just wouldn't stop effing ringing.

What the hell?

The semester was ending, and we rolled into finals.

On the day finals started, I had shown up to school to take the first of several tests of that day, and I heard some people talking that Lane had been pepper sprayed the night before the test by one of his girlfriends from the strip club.

He had run out of his apartment and stuck his face in the birdbath by the pool at the apartment complex.

And when I heard that, it explained the screaming that had woken me up at 3 a.m.

that morning.

Eventually, we finished finals, I packed up, and I went home for my short summer break.

I kept my apartment over the summer because my break wasn't very long, and when I came back, my neighbor across the way was again still there, still quiet, still non-existent.

But Lane was suddenly incredibly quiet.

Did something happen over the summer?

Did he change his ways?

I went to class that first week and I didn't see him around.

And I asked one of the other medical students that knew everybody's business because there's always one of those in every class.

What happened to Lane?

And they said, well, no one really knows.

He just never came back.

Later that week, I saw my apartment manager and I asked her, hey, what happened to the guy who lived above me?