Central Washington University 1978. A typical Saturday, my buddies and I play basketball for 6 hours then take a cooler of beer and some chairs into the dorm shower and spend an hour "hydrating" Miller's while planning our quest for ladies later that night. Now it's Black Velvet time with beer chasers(old English 800). It's about 9 pm and I'm hammered. My buddy and I pick up two gals at a party on the third floor of the dorm. We decide to go downtown for what else? More booze. At the top of the third stairway, my buddy is showing off for his new gal and clears the entire flight of stairs with one hand. I walk down to the next flight and not to be outdone......announce that I will clear the entire flight of stairs with NO hands. A giant leap for drunken mankind.

I didn't notice that on the third floor is there is a high ceiling. On the second floor there is a concrete beam just 8 feet above the bottom step. I leap, I hit it, I'm down flat on my back. My friend thought I was dead. It didn't knock me out, but cut the top of my head. I jumped up, the blood came running down my forehead. Went to the infirmary for some stitches and actually went out dancing later on. It's tough being Irish.

Snake