Part two of my look back the past, at my last semester at HDA. It took a lot convincing by Falko one night in November to get me to move my ass from the front of my TV out into the cold in order 'to get something'. That something turned out to be an old ping pong table that was left in the streets. We dragged it – the wheels on the bottom were busted but it was too heavy for carrying – to the backyard of our house and a couple of days later the boys dragged it all the way up to school.

First in the basement and later in the foyer it would serve as our favorite way to pass time when we weren't working. And for all other students as well one might add. Seriously, I sometimes wonder how much better each of our diplomas could've been hadn't we literally spent hours on end improving our top spins...