High Voltage/The Beginning
From Create Your Own Story
The details of that day have always remained fuzzy, but I do remember how warm the sun felt on that early autumn day as I took my fiancee to Jefferson State University to watch a football game. Both of us graduated from there about five years ago, and since we were in the area after visiting her family, we decided to stop by for old time's sake.
My name is Jason and after graduating with an electrical engineering degree from JSU, I went on to get hired by a defense contractor. In my third year of employment I made a significant improvement upon a classified missile project. Considering it's unlikely you have security clearance, I can't go into the details, but I was fast-tracked through the management development program and now I am a supervisor at the company. My fiancee, Jess is a marketer for a major technology company, and is on the cusp of pulling off a similar move into management.
Neither of us particularly liked football, but we started dating in college and we would go to the football games because you were practically expected to as a student. With our wedding coming up in a month, we just wanted to take it easy and feel nostalgic for a simple afternoon. After going through security we headed up to Section 327. It would be tough to see the action on the field, but we were really just going to pretend we were in college again. Traveling to our section was like walking back in time: guys with painted chests and girls dressed like mirror images of each other.
At the end of the first quarter I needed another beer and Jess wanted a pretzel. I stood up, checking my pockets to make sure I had my wallet, phone, keys, and my ticket so I could find my way back. I left towards the staircase down to the lower level and got two drunk frat boys crashed into me, nearly knocking me over. One of them spilled beer down my leg. I tried to compose myself to determine if I wanted to confront these bozos or not.
Should I:
