OK. I can't live like this anymore. I admit it. I met a guy named Portland Paul in Kinshasa, in the Democratic Republic of Congo. We met at the airport coffee bar where I paid $23, a fortune in local currency, for the signals. For another $23, Portland Paul delivered their entire game plan. He said he wasn't motivated by money. He just hated their marching band and preferred beavers to ducks.
Anyway, I delivered all of this to Jim Tressel in his office in Columbus at midnight on 31 December. You can imagine the trouble he went to in order to get from Pasadena to Columbus to collect my information, but I didn't have gas money to make it to Pasadena.
I feel just terrible about what I did. But, at least now, I can begin to clear my conscience.
Anyway, I delivered all of this to Jim Tressel in his office in Columbus at midnight on 31 December. You can imagine the trouble he went to in order to get from Pasadena to Columbus to collect my information, but I didn't have gas money to make it to Pasadena.
I feel just terrible about what I did. But, at least now, I can begin to clear my conscience.
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