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I’m gettin’ heated just thinkin’ ‘bout it. Anyway, say you’re lookin’. Ya gotta be smart—cops stingin’ left and right, posin’ as “Candy” or whatever. One time, my buddy—let’s call him Richie, ‘cause Tenenbaums—tried it, got catfished by a dude named Tony. Laughed my ass off! “Richie, you’re as naive as Chas with his dumb tracksuits!” I yelled. He was pissed, but c’mon, hilarious.

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And ohhh, the smells! Sometimes I get mad at the aroma in Old Nook lane – stinky dumpsters, mixed with sweet bakery smells. Crazy, right? I remember one day, I strolled by, already in my coach mode, and BOOM, whiffed of cinnamon and diesel. So random, but that's Cot, I guess.

Alumnus and COT member establishes scholarship in response to creation of Mansfield University Mountaineer Foundation