re: A Bizarre Story About Freshman Year

Here's what I think happened:


You used to perform sexual favors at the "459" for hook ups on meals. You know handies for lunch, blowies for dinner. The dining staff would call you to setup meets using the cover that you know the manager and usually ask for some sort of favor (non-sexual) from you to help out with a problem. This way the meeting gets set and anyone who happens to be listening in is none the wiser.
However you also did stuff on the side for drugs and a little extra cash. Usually with some unsavory people. Well, one night you were doing your thing and the john caves the side of your head in with a brick in order to skip out on payment. You come to with a severe headache, but otherwise you seem fine. You go home and not really knowing why you were where you where in the first place, but don't think much about it and start living your life like a normal kid.
Now though, you starting getting unexplained phone call from people at the 459 asking for weird shite. You see, the part of your brain where you stored all the man-whore stuff was damaged by the brick. You don't remember the stuff you did or the system for hook ups. Nothing about that part of your life.

So the question is: do you go back to that part of your life, or give up the peen forever?