Incite. James Frey

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      “Not sure yet. I’m thinking city planning, or forestry. Or maybe political science.” I sat on my bed. The mattress was thin and hard.

      Tommy laughed a little. “No worries, man, you’ve got time.”

      I looked at Tommy’s desk and bookshelf. He had a typewriter. A book lay open beside it—Plato’s Republic—and under it was Nicomachean Ethics by Aristotle. It made me feel a little small that my roommate was studying such great philosophies. This was why I’d wanted to come to college. To learn about something bigger than myself.

      “I used to work for the Forest Service,” I said, “during my summers in high school. I was part of a fire crew that saved a neighborhood from a forest fire. It was coming from two sides, and we were able to redirect the flames. I was really proud of that. It makes me want to do something that will make a difference. Become someone important. Or, well, just do something important. Not just be a furniture salesman like my old man.”

      “Why school, then? Why not join the fire department?”

      “I thought about that, but I decided that, on the fire crew, I was just one person with a shovel and a mattock. What if I could do something bigger? Design a subdivision where fires are less likely? What if I could invent something—some kind of emergency sprinkler, or I don’t know what. Something.”

      “I get that,” he said. “So you want to fight fires on a big scale.”

      “Not necessarily fires. Anything, as long as it’s something worth fighting for. My old man has never done shit. I just haven’t figured out what I’m going to do yet.” I smiled. “How about you?”

      “I haven’t declared yet. I’ve just been doing my generals. I think I’ll end up in engineering. But this summer I’m taking a lot of ancient history classes.”

      “Whoa. Those are pretty different.”

      “I read a lot.” He motioned to the bookshelf above his desk. It was filled with titles like Turning Points in Ancient History and Inventions of the Gods. “I’m sure I’ll be boring you to death with some of my theories soon.”

      “Go for it. I have nothing else to do. I don’t know anyone north of Santa Barbara, and I was worried it was going to be a long, lonely summer.”

      Tommy laughed. “You want to go out tonight? Some of my friends and I were talking about having some beers, shooting some pool. Interested?”

      I was exhausted, but I didn’t care. I was finally on my own, and I couldn’t wait to celebrate. “Absolutely. What time?”

      Tito’s was a local dive, about a 20-minute walk from our dorm. It was busy, and Tommy led me through the crowd of students to a row of pool tables in the back. There was no one in the place who looked over 30, but they were all dressed better than average. Tommy had changed from jeans and a T-shirt into corduroys and a zippered sweater. I was more casual—a pair of beat-up jeans and a Rose Bowl sweatshirt.

      A small group in the back called out to Tommy, and we made our way over to them.

      “Guys,” he said. “This is Mike, my new roomie. Mike, meet Jim, Julia, and Mary.”

      “Hi,” I said, and stretched out my hand. Jim grabbed it. He was black, with silver-rimmed glasses and a newsboy cap.

      “Jim Jefferson,” he said. “Not James, definitely not JJ.”

      “Mike Stavros,” I said back. “Good to meet you.” But my eyes weren’t on him. They were glued to the blonde sitting next to him, the one Tommy had called Mary.

      I reached out my hand to her.

      She took it in a firm grip and stood up. “This isn’t a business meeting, you know.”

      “Is shaking hands too formal?” I asked, letting go and laughing at myself. “I’ve been living the life of a furniture salesman. Salesmen shake hands with people. It makes them feel at ease.”

      Mary laughed, a sweet, melodic tone. “I can assure you, I’m feeling very at ease.” She picked up her beer and took a quick sip.

      “I’m Julia,” the next woman said. She was black, with short hair, and dressed in purple paisley. She reached for my hand, and I shook back. “Where you from?”

      “Pasadena,” I said. “You guys?”

      “Northern California,” Mary said. “Ever heard of Susanville?”

      “Never.”

      “You’re not missing out,” she said with a quick laugh. “I grew up north of there on a ranch. Moved to Piedmont when my dad retired.”

      “I’ve never heard of Piedmont either,” I said, and she laughed again.

      “Touché, Mike.” I beamed.

      “So, how’d you all become friends?”

      I noticed a look between Tommy and Mary. Mary shook her head slightly. My stomach dipped—I hoped that didn’t mean they were together.

      “Julia and I are locals,” Jim said. “Grew up in Oakland, known each other since kindergarten. You play pool?”

      “A little.”

      “Eight ball,” Jim said. “You and Mary, me and Julia.” He handed me a cue.

      I was about six feet tall, and Mary had to be a foot shorter than me. But she was gorgeous. Long, blond, curly hair that flowed loose down her shoulders like a waterfall. I didn’t want to say no to being on her team, but I turned to Tommy.

      “That’ll leave you out.”

      “The night is young,” he said. “I’m going to get something to drink. Want anything?”

      “Not now,” I said.

      Julia racked the balls and stood back. Mary looked at me. “You wanna break?”

      “You go for it,” I said. I hadn’t played a lot of pool at home, and I wanted to pull off looking cool in front of this girl for as long as I could.

      She broke, and the 14 ball fell into a side pocket.

      “Do all of you guys go to Berkeley?” I asked.

      “We do,” Jim said, gesturing to himself and Julia. “Art program. She paints; I sculpt.”

      “Not me,” Mary said, lining up her new shot. “Stanford. Prelaw.”

      “Really?”

      “It gets better,” Julia said. “She’s there on scholarship. Smart kid.”

      “Why are you here if you’re at Stanford? That’s like an hour away.”

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