CH Part 2

So let’s finish our CH story before the Holy One goes off on another topic.
One night there was a house party, long after those that knew CH had become comfortable with his bizarre behaviors. It was crowded as most were in those days and the beer was flowing, but CH was nowhere to be seen. Then there was a commotion, and a group of "sorority" sisters fled yelling incoherently - as they also normally did in those days. After the party we all went upstairs to hang and crash, this was when the drugs and heavy alcohol came out. So we were sitting there, altered, and three athletes stormed into our room with one asking "Who was the fucking sicko that jumped from the bathroom and cracked a nut on my girlfriend." The moment was still, and we all looked at each other and simultaneously said "CH", we even told them he was right down the hall. Now let me remind the reader that this was at ~ 4 am on a warm fall evening, the hallway was dark except the light from our room, and these three horsemen vanished into the blackness after their prey. This was soon disrupted by another light, and then screaming, then the three men bolting past our door terrified, and lo and behold what was behind them but CH, buck naked with a hardon in one hand and a claw hammer in the other.
In the end CH dropped out of college and got help in his hometown of Atlanta, he returned to finish his degree and is now happily married with wonderful children, still living in the South.
This is a true story, if you recognize the initials and/or evening drop me a line and we can reconnect.