Dr. Kendall Crowns

Some were like, oh, forget it.

I'm going to study anyway.

For me, I was really hopeful that KU would win.

And that night, I had the game on my television.

But I didn't have the sound on because Lane's television was so loud I could hear the announcers through my ceiling.

I was half-heartedly studying and watching the game, but by halftime it wasn't looking good.

I knew that a true fan would not have given up and would have had faith that KU would have won.

But this was medical school, after all, and I couldn't fail a test.

I turned off my TV, slipped on my shooting range earmuffs, and started studying.

After about an hour or so, there was a sudden boom.

My overhead light shook and dust fell from the ceiling onto my papers.

I took my earmuffs off to hear what was going on.

I could hear Lane screaming and destroying his TV, and by the sounds of it, his apartment.

Kansas University had lost, and the tests were going to happen, and Lane was not happy at all.

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.