Birth of the Blue Missile

OK Captain, since you asked sooooo nicely, here you go.
This chunk goes at the beginning of the story and is about some times at UM.
enjoy
Andrew

Since this story is about cars and road trips I will include one that occurred while I was going to UM.
But first I have to set the scene and introduce you to the main characters.
My roommate was named Joe. Joe was about 5’6” tall had long dark hair parted in the middle and a goatee, he also held a black belt in Karate. I can not for the life of me remember what he had declared as his major, but he had a never ending supply of all kinds of exotic things to smoke. He was from New Jersey and sounded and acted the part, which is where the black belt comes in. He was not violent just cocky.
There was Billy from a few doors down who had a crazy looking blond Afro, and could make an unending number of sounds with his mouth. A few examples here, when we took the elevator up to the fifth floor, he would do all the sound effects from the bridge of the Enterprise, such as the doors opening and closing, the control sounds of the command consol when someone pushed a floor button, and generally entertain all during the ride. He could also pick up the phone and dial it by generating tones with his mouth, while he never knew what number he would end up with, he always got someone. He also on occasion would take control of the PA mic in the cafeteria and give everyone a taste of the Amazon jungle, with ear shattering bird calls and the such. He generally hung out in our room.
Then there was Henry.
We met Henry under the strangest of circumstances; at least that’s what I thought.
One morning at the beginning of the year, after partying late the night before, both Joe and I woke up to a tall very thin guy with sandy blond hair, wearing shorts a tank top tee shirt and flip flops sitting in one of the chairs at the end of my bed. We never locked our doors in the dorm so he had just walked in and sat down. What woke us was the sound of him taking a credit card and sifting the seeds out some pot by lifting the material up and dropping it at one end of a tilted one inch tall 8”x12” aluminum baking pan. First I thought; what a concept, being impressed by how efficient it was. Second was, who is this guy and where did he come from? He proceeded to roll a large joint, light it and pass it to me, introducing himself as Henry in the process. When we were done, without saying anything he just got up and left.
Afterwards I called a few people I knew on the floor and asked if any one knew him and all said; OH! you got a visit from Henry? Yes they knew him, and he was harmless. According to those I spoke to, he at least at one time went to school there, but nobody was sure anymore. He later told me that he had been drafted and he swallowed some ‘Draino’ while in boot camp to get out of the Army. This resulted in him having some surgeries, getting a section 8 and getting booted out of the Army. He had returned to school to finish, but was not really studying much, he just liked to party. He also had his finger on the pulse of the university. He would come get us so that we would not miss some of the cool happenings on campus such as the time that Hound dog Taylor was sitting in the back room of the student union with his bass player giving an impromptu concert for all those of us that showed up.
Because of that first encounter the ‘Henry Pan’ became a fixture in almost all the rooms on the floor.