So I was at the laundromat the other day doing, you know, laundry and studying for a test, when this 48yr old black man walks up to me and asks me what time it was. I told him, then he asked me if I was a student and what my major was. So I said yeah I'm a student, told him my major, and went back to what I was doing when he started rattling off all these classes I had to take to complete my major, and he was right on all of them. Well that caught my attention, so I turned back towards him and he introduced himself as Terry Brown, a Comm Major and Linebacker for Bryant of the class of '85.
He then proceeded to tell me about his job working for a production company in Northport where he made $189,000 a year, about how he had taken a lot of footage on the Tornado and the BCS NC game, and all about his 4 different cars (ranging from a corvette to a fancy, chromed Z71). Then he told me all about his parents, what kinds of jobs they had (a doctor and a teacher), his college party life, blah blah blah, basically giving me a whole background picture of him growing up. And the whole time he kept asking me if I believed him yet. He was also very well spoken and was wearing shorts with a polo shirt.
Finally, after about 45min, he got around to the point and told me that his truck (which was parked in an undisclosed location) had run out of gas and that he did not have any money on his person, or any of his three cell phones and was therefore forced to ask random strangers if they could help him out with the gas money (apparently nobody had obliged). The truck was full of $8,000 worth of camera equipment and he was really worried about getting too far away from it. In return for giving him some gas money he was willing to offer me a job paying $700 a week, his daughter, the keys to his corvette, and $400.37. He then went out to a old Ford Ranger in the parking lot to get pen and paper. Apparently he had borrowed the truck from a friend so he could drive around soliciting people for money. Why the friend didn't also give him some money is a mystery. So on the paper he wrote down the name of his business (Transvideo Teleproductions, LLC) a work, home, and cell number, and an address to his business. Well, this was the most fantastic story I've ever heard, so I gave him $10 and he drove off cackling and promising to be back in 30min with the $400.37. Oddly he never came back.
And so, this is the story of how I met NYBF's long lost brother, Terry Brown.