Tribute

Ok, when I went to college I had a bunch of crews I ran with.  I am not the clique kind of guy.  I prefer to roll with everyone.  I like people, they’re hilarious and entertaining.  But one group I partied with was what I like to call the King’s Questing Court.  This group was formed mostly of Powell Hall guys.  In the past, most of them had bad reputations and actually caused alot of problems with the fraternity I was in.  But, all in all, when those guys were gone, the left-overs were the real men I partied with and grew to love and respect–even though I was a face in the crowd with them.  Not too many of them considered me a part of the group, and it is kool, I wasn’t.  But, I did earn some special recognition from them.  True, it was mostly because of Casey (yes, the one who writes on here too, but has seemed to lose interest all together).  Anyway, I was thinking the other day and started amusing myself.  I came up with a counsel of sorts.  We were the Adrian College King’s Questing Court.

The Cast:  

Casey Koss– The King.  This guy was funny, witty, and unmotivated.  He was our unspoken leader of sorts.  He passed his classes and knows his role in life, sure.  But when it comes to a college guy, he was it.  Athletic, funny, kool, and could have any girl he wanted, but he was all about the guys and having fun.  The parties were in his (our) room.  Our pad was sweet and set up for drinking.  In a time of drunken cow-tipping, he had the caddle prod to gather the masses and cause some serious mischief.

Lewis Blevins–  Most Trusted Advisor to the King.  I was not at all part of the group, but I was accepted because I was crazy and funny.  I made hilarious jokes, slept with women for pure entertainment of others, and lived a wreckless lifestyle.  I knew everyone on campus.  I was hated by everyone, but I am the kinda guy you still had to hang out with if you were a guy, and hook up with if you were a girl.  But, I lost interest in that too.  I took on another role.  If I were bored and nothing was going on, and the King was unmotivated, I told him we should get our court jesters to do something and he would usually oblige.  It was fun.  We had a good working relationship, had fun as roommates, and it earned me a ticket to be accepted to the group…just not in it.

Andy Zerkel– Most High Priest.  This guy was hilarious.  He was funny, smart, and most of the time the voice of reason.  If I would take things too far, he would step in and get Casey to rule with an iron fist.  He was interested in fun and girls as well as being successful, but mostly booze (just like the rest of us).  But, he always was up for the best time possible.  He made sure nobody died, and when he wanted, he could pull some pretty hott girls too.  They all flocked to him.  He was a man’s man you know.  Loved Michigan football, hanging with the guys, and interested in girls but made them come second to us.  He kept us all out of jail.

Kent “Hollywood” Matzinger– Court Jester.  This guy was in charge of the entertainment.  He was lovesick and it made for good times.  All you needed was a bottle of booze and some girls and good times were to be  had.  He loved to destroy things or cause harm to himself to prove that he was a man.  It was his sort of mating dance for women and marking of territory for the guys.  The King and the Most High Priest always loved him and egged him on, but they also made sure he did not die.  They kept me in check when it came to our Court Jester.  I was willing to sacrifice this kids health for the hilarity that would ensue.  I get carried away, but that is my job.  The King and Priest were the men to keep me in check and make sure hwood did not pull a stunt that he could never return from.  Whether it was hitting on girls (and by that I mean staring at their boobs and asking them if they wanted to make out) or throwing vacuum cleaners downstairs, he was the koolest guy in the court.

Tim Kubu– Master of Mixing and Mingling.  This guy was amazing.  You talk about pulling ass.  He carried a hip flask filled with love potion (rum and coke; hence the mixing part…mixed drinks).  He would pull that boy out, take a swig, and the girls would know it was time.  He partied with us like there was no tomorrow.  He was funny, good-natured, the target of alot of jokes, provided delicious night time snacks, and full of so much love he usually got some of it on your leg.  We knew it was time to cut the master off when he started hugging the guys and pretending to come in for a kiss.  He never would do it, but it was his way of showing he was having the best time of his life–like we all were.  And man, he could pull some hott little tail with the best of them.  He was never without a girl.  They loved the short man.  And with well due cause–he was the master of mixing and mingling.

Jason Miller– Duke of Envy and Idol.  You would never meet someone as smooth as this guy.  The girls looked at him like he was the king of the planet.  And besides Casey, he was.  He loved to chill, watch some basketball, have some drinks, and just entertain the masses with his stunning personality and friendliness.  There wasn’t  a person he did not like and not a person that did not like him.  The prettiest girls adored him, and the koolest guys took notes from him.  He had the demeanor of a man who had no worries in the world.  Whatever happened, happened, and that was kool. 

Tim Gates– Supreme Commander of High Hatred.  This dude was straight up violent.  If he was one your side, he was sweet.  If he was mad at you, you might get a baseball bat upside your head.  I am pretty sure he made some of the court cry–but I am not at liberty to say exactly who.  Anyway, this guy was like a goblet of devestation and hatred ready to explode.  Him and the Duke of Envy and Idol had many spats, but they always managed to work it out.  All in all, he was awesome and really completed the group.

Other people were players too.  Guys like Josh and BC, they were never part of the group either, but they had their say every now and again.  They helped us party and cause problems, but were soon gone and back to their groups and cliques.  They were the dark horses of fun.  The girls upstair and across the way in Feeman Hall were the harem we loved.  You could always count for one of us to find one and mess around with them on a night of questing.  This just made the drama that much more hilarious.  The plot was all about our drunken quests.  We would booze it up, go cause some trouble, piss in the fountain or on the bathroom chair, and shamelessly flirt and torture the various girls around campus.  We were social misfits, but in a good way.  I think people wanted to be in with us–and maybe unbeknownst to them, the always were.  We liked everyone, and all were invited to drink and party in the Royal Drunken Headquarters of the King’s Questing Court. 

This is my tribute to the guys at AC.  Though I was not a part of the group completely, thanks for all the memories that I will forever have in my heart and mind.  Cheers men….cheers!