Completely out of the blue, a friend of Rock's from the Hash named Skip stopped by his house for a visit. They met in his driveway, spoke for a moment about their relative indifference to the NFL draft, then walked through the kitchen to Rock's living room, which doubled as a bedroom.
Skip immediately knelt beside the bed and looked under it. Rock watched incredulously.
"Wow," Skip said. "It's a mess under here."
"Man, that's the first thing you do?" Rock said. "You go over to someone's house for the first time and look under their bed?"
Skip stood and turned toward Rock. "You know what, I'm not sure why I did that," he said. "I shouldn't have."
Despite the apology, Rock was embarrassed. He knew Skip had seen a gross accumulation of dust-laden junk.
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