His eyes were wide open like he has been electrocuted.

If you havent read "Bringing Along PJ" yet, you should. It will give a good reference to the next installment, which is coming now.

After the first incident with Jeff, the nickname PJ stuck. I couldn't take him anywhere again, but every now and then, on those cold Tennessee nights, I would let him hang out in our room (as long as he wasn't drinking!)

PJ had a roomate named Alex. Alex was kind of nerdy, but not near the geek PJ was. My roommate, Wally, had a deep seething dislike for Alex. Over the course of the semester, somehow or another, we ended up in a prank war with each other. Room against room.

It started out harmless enough. They would knock on our door at 3am and run. They would order five large pizza's to our room, which I was happy to pay for because at least they ordered the kind I liked. We would get back at them in all sorts of ways. One of my favorites was popping 6 bags of popcorn, opening them, burst into their dormroom at midnight and wildly shake the popcorn all around their room, and then run out. Once I even bought a gallon of milk, poured into a trash can and sat it out on our window ledge for five days. I then took it and propped it up against PJ's door at about 4am and knocked really loud screaming "Police, We have a warrant! Open Up!". Of course, when they scrambled to open the door I was long gone, but when they opened it...splash! All over the entire room. They were mad at me for two weeks.

Well, anyway back to the story. One night,not being his normal self, Wally went out with me. We stayed out until around daylight, or 6am for those that have never seen a sunrise. When we returned to our dorm room, which I should mention that it is on the 4th floor from the street, and 5th floor from the inside quad, we found that someone had "pennylocked" our door. I have found that a lot of people don't know what "pennylocked" is, so I will tell you. Every door has a lip that fits against the door. If you push really hard against the door, it creates a very small gap between the door and the frame. If you take roughly 6 to 10 pennies and stack them up(I tape them together so they can't come apart) and place them inside that gap, it makes almost any door totally impossible to open from the inside. It puts so much pressure on the door, that the knob can't turn, taking off the hinges don't even work. The door is yours to control.

We took out the pennys and went into our room. I taped some more up, and went across the hall and returned the favor. I then called them on the phone. Being that our rooms were directly across from each other, I took the phone and stood right outside their door. When PJ answered, I told him to let us out of our room, I had a go and take a test at 8am. He then said something I will never forget, and nor will he. He said "Tell me, who is the Man?". I simply said "PJ, I am the man, now try to get out of your room you silly son of a bitch!".

They cried, bitched, and moaned for a long time. They begged to be let out. I asked PJ "Now PJ, tell me,who is the man? Tell me that I am the man, the man of all men, and I will gladly let you out". He returned with "Never will I say that!" After a few minutes, Wayne and I noticed that it got strangley quiet in their room. They were not saying a word. What was going on? After about ten minutes, I got worried that they were calling the RA, or campus security, or someone to come and let them out. I told them through the door that I wasn't letting anyone open that door unless they were wearing a gun and a badge. Nothing, they didn't respond to anything we said.

After twenty minutes, I was getting really worried. I was about to open the door, when from the stairwell came a long groaning sound. Wally looked at me in horror and said "Sounds like someone is dying!" As soon as we took a step toward the sounds, PJ's head appeared at the doorway. He was on his hands and knees. He was bleeding from both arms, his faced was badly bruised and had cuts all over it. His clothes were ripped and dirty. We ran over to him. His eyes were wide open like he has been electrocuted. He was having a hard time breathing.

Wally and I picked him up to carry him to his room. I unlocked the door, and there sat Alex. He was rocking back and forth on his bed. The enitre room was destroyed. The beds were over by the window, which was open. Open? It was ten degrees outside. "What the hell?" I thought. Then I noticed that a rope was tied to the bed. "OH, Shit!" I said. I turned to Wally and he was seeing the same thing I saw. We knew what had happened.

PJ, with an arm around each of us, asked me if I had a car parked close to the dorms? I hesitated, I asked him why he wanted to know? He flatly said "Because, I need to go to medical" Wally and I just looked at each other, "Alright" we said and so we took him to the hospital.

Turns out that PJ had gotten tired of being harrassed and locked in his room. So being the military minded man that he was, he had stopped at an Army surplus store and bought a rope with a grappling hook on the end. He had hooked the rope to the end of his bed, and had tried to climb out the window. Now, because he was in the Navy, and not the Army, he didn't know to tie knots in the rope for handholds, or to wear gloves. He also didn't know that beds move when something is tied to them and then jumps out of a window. Out of a 5th story window, he had fallen 4 1/2. Luckily his fall was broken by some metal tipped concrete steps and a metal tube railing at the bottom. Too embarrassed about falling, he made the climb back upstairs to get back to his room.

While carrying him to the hospital, I noticed that his entire foot was spinning as if it was not attached. Turns out it wasn't. His entire ankle was shattered. He had a severe concusion, cotusions over most of his body, and severe body bruising. He was damn lucky to be alive! Wally and I left him at the hospital, we hadn't eat breakfast yet.

That evening, I returned to my dorm room to find the door open. I walked in, and there sat PJ with who else, his Mom! He said "I hope you don't mind, we were getting someting off the net and my computer isn't working", "No problem" I said. He introduced his mom, she then started going off about how the Univerisity should be sued for letting the stairs stay wet and her son falling and hurting himself. I laughed so hard inside, you see, he was too emabarrassed to tell his mom that he fallen almost 50 feet out of a window to avoid telling me something I already knew..."I am the man".

Look for more PJ stories to come! All these stories are real and are based on true people.