May 1989 – All during, and especially at the end of my freshmen year I remember Brian giving me a lot of grief about what I was going to do with my semester breaks. He would ask me where I was going and what I would be doing (thanksgiving break, Christmas and Easter breaks as well).
When it came time for school to end he kept after me to stay up in Rochester. He told me that he and some of his friends were getting a house and I could stay “rent-free“. “Don’t go home” he would say. “This is your new home,” he said. I told him I was going home to New Jersey and no thank you. The thing is an always remember my mom’s friend “Astrid” always being at our house at some point when I came home from college. She would always ask me “So how do you feel” and I would always tell her “fine“.
I worked 12 hour days that summer painting houses, and I was living with my mother in Ramsey New Jersey. But still, I worked out as best as I could.
September 1989 – (Sophomore year) I am living in the Fraternity house as my place of residence for my sophomore year. I had broken up with my long time girlfriend of 7 years during the summer.
About six weeks into sophomore year I meet “Carrie Savage“. She is a junior at Rochester. She is in the top 5% of her class and is a Biology and German major. She is a pre-med. student. She is half Polish and half German. She is also a German tutor and teaches German on the side for extra money. She had spent a year overseas in high school in Germany and her mother had sponsored a German student (who was Carrie’s boyfriend when she was over there) for a year in their house.
She comes up to me at a party, and we start to talk, I ask her out to dinner. As it turns out she has a very mean streak in her and when she drank she became very nasty (her father was an alcoholic so when she drank she became a very mean drunk). During this year I remember several trips to the airport and there was an F-16 waiting for me. I remember getting out of the F-16 one time and it was just about time for one of the semester breaks because the Rochester airport is very small and only has a few gates.
As I walked off the tarmac into the gate, some girls who knew me were yelling to get my attention and I walked right by them with two men on either side of me in long overcoats. Not even acknowledging their presence. I don’t remember very many more “Lab” episodes during this time, that doesn’t mean that they didn’t occur. I just don’t remember them, but I do remember going to the airport a lot. And getting in an F-16 jet and getting out somewhere else. Whether it be the “Other” facility in the South West, or on an aircraft carrier I remember getting out in these two different places.
I also remember some friends asking me “where the hell have I been the last few days“. This question came up a lot that year. I remember my friends Nick and Bob were telling me “Andy, who is fucking with your mind. Andy, are you all right, tell us who is messing with you? ARE YOU OK?” Then I remember walking into my fraternity house, and as soon as you walk in there is a big room right to the right (called the Wilson room) and the whole fraternity is facing me and the man with the white hair has a little shiny ball in a string and is swinging it back and forthright in front of them and they all have a blank look on their faces.
I stop in the hallway the man with the white hair tells me to just go up to my room, and I do. After that everyone seems normal and no one said a word about it. I remember asking Nick and Bob if they remember the conversations we had had about me and they didn’t remember a thing about it.
December 1989 – I go home to New Jersey during the Christmas break. I needed to earn some money so I am looking through the local paper and there is an add for a parking Valet paying $10.00 – $12.00 an hour.
Down at the Ho-Ho-Kus Inn. (a 5-star restaurant owned by a group of local Doctors). The ad said to send or fax a resume to Dr. Purizzo and it gave a phone and fax number. It immediately had caught my eye (the money) and then I saw Dr. Purrizzo’s [i] name and I thought that I could get the job. I NEVER ONCE thought about the steroid trial. It never even entered my mind.