Jack Hardy: Unrequited Love

Well, how do I begin? I used to tell people that I was probably the only freshman girl on campus that Jack hadn't slept with. That's probably, almost CERTAINLY a bit of an exaggeration. But who knows? Well, from MY point of view, it wasn't his electrifying sex appeal that attracted me to him, and I doubt that was the case with most of the girls. Maybe it was the power he wielded on campus. Maybe it was his abundant talent. Maybe it was his songs that emotively depicted the sadness in his life. All I knew was that he was an amazing man in countless ways. It didn't matter that he was not at all attracted to me. I was a disciple.

The closest I ever came physically with him was the day he rested his shoeless feet on my lap for a few minutes on a sofa in the Student Center.

But there are other memories. I think you could say I was a groupie for Jack's band – followed them around and knew ALL the songs. If I could make it to the show, I was THERE.

There was a certain party at Jack's apartment where the pieces of steak on my plate began doing a dance! They had told me that "nobody ever has a bad trip with mescaline." Well that's about all I want to say about that.

After two semesters at UHA, I was discouraged with my financial situation, felt I wasn't getting anything out of the academic side of things. And I was lonely, even though I had some very very good friends at UHA. I was considering dropping out. When I told Jack that I would probably move to Arizona to be closer to my brother, Jeff, Jack gave me a long serious look, twisted his moustache while considering his response. And then his Cheshire twinkle spread across his face and he said seriously, "Well, you can't fuck your brother, Shell!" I stayed another semester. Erica left for Colorado though. After one more semester, I did drop out.