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COLLEGE HERO Nickie Roritor had a golden future - the law degree, a pro career, a very wealthy wife. Then a linebacker crushed him and none of it came true, and he's been washing steel at the plant ever since. He drinks to kill the questions and the urge to quit and run. But one night he meets Lisa, and today he's on the highway with two pistols in his trunk and just enough acid to melt one man - tonight he'll ask the question one last time:
"Who am I?"
WE LIVED in a little pink house for a time, before my father left for England and the moving truck showed up, and why was I at school the day we gave our dog away?
Laying pipe in the badlands at seventeen, but up ahead in the distance it's college.
A rising reporter at 24, bouncing by night in the clubs. Back on the line by '89 and what a ride it's been. Finally, after all these years, I can see the lake from here.
BACK IN THE DAY when every good reporter knew at least one reliable bootlegger, a fella named Bruce McLean gave me a word of advice:
"Every person tells one story better than anyone else. It's their story. And if you let them tell it, you might find a diamond, or a handful of gold. Or nothing at all. But you'll never know until you let them tell it.
So let them tell it."
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