Don Ferris was a janitor. He had always thought he was going to be the next big rock singing sensation, but he spent a large amount of his life cleaning up garbage and moving heavy things for people. Sacrifices are a normal part of being a parent. And Don was a proud father to two sons, Jack and Harry. They had moved away to college but he still saw them on breaks and kept their rooms clean. He told them both that if they ever got destitute or in trouble AT ALL to come home and stay with him. His own Dad had kicked him out and told him to ‘sink or swim’ when he’d been 19. He had tried to be a better father to his sons.
It was the end of the school year at Kalamata College, and once again the entitled and mostly well off students were busy throwing away mounds and mounds of perfectly good food, clothing, and a variety of household items that had no defects other than simply being things kid didn’t feel like packing or worrying over any further. Don had shamelessly harvested whatever useful things he could find. He’d found all sorts of goodies including a portable record player, a bunch of Halloween decorations, and a full size foose ball table.
One day Don found something very strange in the old boiler room of Drake Hall. That day would change the course of his life, though he wouldn’t know that for a few days.
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