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The Barn was a converted barn some sophomores were living in behind a large Victorian house on Milledge Heights.

Spook, Bud, and I arrived while the game was in progress. I parked on the street in front of the house.

The area was very dark because there were no streetlights, and no lights were on inside or outside the Victorian house.

Walking from the Cherokee sound could be heard along with a glow emanating from behind barn.

Upon reaching it we found a scene consisting of a television set facing outward on the railing of the back porch with the baseball game on.

Radio coverage was being broadcast from a stereo inside the Barn, with the speakers set up in open windows overlooking the back porch.

A few torches were set up in the back yard and a crowd of The fraternity’s and some girls stood around watching or listening to the game while drinking beer, smoking cigarettes, and socializing.

When friends and I came around the bend we filtered into the crowd. I asked someone where the keg was, and somebody said something indecipherable.

I craned my neck, “Oh, here it is, never mind. Everybody keep your seats; I found it.”

I went over to serve myself a beer, and while working the keg I looked up, around at the crowd.

Something happened to the extent of liveliness that existed at our arrival and to the happy faces I saw when coming around the side of the Barn.

When finished filling my cup at the keg someone came up to me, “I think it’s bullshit.”

I looked around for Bud and Spook, but didn’t see them.

Someone else came up and told me it wasn’t over.

A couple brothers standing behind that brother nodded, but there were some people who didn’t look flabbergasted, just standing there shaking their heads with sullen expressions.

Others didn’t seem to notice anything. Some seemed to be explaining the sudden change in atmosphere to inquisitive girls.

An unfamiliar emotion started to fill me, and my eyes began to water.

I walked back over to the side of the Barn we entered from.

I saw Spook speaking with Herb, and Bud standing behind Spook.

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“If experience were to a human being like a transmission is to a car, what would happen if you lost your experience? Unlikely as it sounds, it is a condition that can exist. I had been operating from this neuropsychological state since 1987, but I wouldn’t even begin to realize it until after 1993 while I was attending the University of Georgia, a Drawing and Painting major and member of a social fraternity.”

All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.