The Sure Thing Page #2

I think I've done my share of living,

haven't l?

- What do you think of that guy Gib?

- I don't.

I think he's got a cute ass.

- Him?

- Yeah.

Gibson, with the interception!

And he's got some running room!

He's to the 30, to the 40...

and he's run out of bounds at midfield

by Jimbo Maccavechi!

That's Gibson's 9th interception

of this very young season.

He's having an outstanding year.

"Life's the ultimate experience."

Forget it. She likes the intellectual type.

I'm intellectual, and stuff.

You're flunking English.

That's your mother tongue, and stuff.

The only way she'd go out with you

is out of pity.

- Mastin, you're a genius.

- Stop and go, on 1.

Break!

- Both y'all are dead.

- Ready down. Set.

- Hut one. Hut two. Hut three.

- Watch it, now.

One, one thousand,

two, one thousand, three, one thousand.

- Nice D.

- Go!

Nice.

- Where are you going?

- Come on!

The ball!

I'm flunking English. I was wondering

if maybe you could help me out.

Nice swimsuit.

If I flunk English, I'm out of here.

Kiss college goodbye.

I don't know what I'll do.

I'll probably go home.

Gee, Dad will be pissed off.

Mom will be heartbroken.

If I play my cards right,

I get maybe a six-month's grace period...

and then I got to get a job,

and you know what that means.

That's right. They start me off

at the drive-up window...

and I work my way up

from shakes to burgers...

and then, one day, my lucky break comes.

The French fry guy dies,

and they offer me the job.

But the day I have to start, some men

come in a black Lincoln Continental...

and tell me I can make a quick $300

just for driving a van back from Mexico.

When I get out of jail, I'm 36 years old...

Iiving in a flophouse. No job...

no home, no upward mobility,

very few teeth.

Then one day they find me, face down...

talking to the gutter, clutching

a bottle of paint thinner. And why?

Because you wouldn't help me

in English. No!

You were too busy to help me!

Too busy to help a drowning man!

Okay.

- Okay, what?

- Okay, I'll help you.

You will?

When?

How about tonight?

Let's see. Friday.

That's when I rearrange my sock drawer.

- Do you want me to help you, or not?

- I do.

I was just kidding, there.

-8:
00.

- Okay.

See you then.

- Where?

- McKenzie Hall.

Great!

It's Friday night!

"I'm a freshman

at a small Northeastern college.

"l never thought those letters were true,

until a few days ago...

"l had an experience that changed my mind.

"l just had to share it with you.

"l had resigned myself

to another night of reading your magazine...

"when there was a knock

on my dorm room door.

"And when I opened the door,

I could hardly believe my eyes.

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