One night in 1987, I was night-skiing at Beech Mtn. near Banner Elk, North Carolina. I was on the ski lift with a Wake Forest student, when all the power in the valley went out. <div>
</div><div>So, I was stuck on a ski lift with this Wake Forest student, and all he could talk about was how badly he wanted a joint. Okay, you want a joint, we get it. By about 45 minutes or so, I was contemplating just how badly my leg would be broken if I could jump the 15 or 20 feet out of the chair with my skis on.</div><div>
</div><div>The Moral of the story is- don't let some dude from Wake Forest bogart your joint.</div>
</div><div>So, I was stuck on a ski lift with this Wake Forest student, and all he could talk about was how badly he wanted a joint. Okay, you want a joint, we get it. By about 45 minutes or so, I was contemplating just how badly my leg would be broken if I could jump the 15 or 20 feet out of the chair with my skis on.</div><div>
</div><div>The Moral of the story is- don't let some dude from Wake Forest bogart your joint.</div>