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The Bagel Story
(as told by Dorian Smith)

It was a typical late night during our freshman year at Michigan. Jascha and I were just hanging around the dorm, watching TV, loitering in the halls, smoking, drinking, doing the things that us freshmen kids did (but NOT STUDYING), etc... Anyway, I must have gone somewhere, leaving a wasted Jascha in our room (always trouble). I remember clearly, however, that as I was leaving he was poking around our fridge looking for food. Typical!!! I return from where I went, I would say, no more than 10 minutes later. Well, what should I find, but Jascha, sitting up and passed out on our mini couch futon. This in itself was no foreign sight to these or any other eyes who knew Jasch. What was unique, and forever memorable, about this particular time is HOW Jascha passed out.  Apparently, it was a bagel and cream cheese that he was craving. Well, he got as far as slicing and toasting said bagel, and even had the strength to get out the cream cheese. Here, however, is where he must have gone awry, because, what do I see, but Jascha passed out, with a toasted bagel in one hand and a knife with cream cheese on it in the other hand. The cream cheese was just sitting on the knife waiting to be applied. Jascha had passed out sometime between toasting and schmering!!! It truly is one of my favorite little memories of Jascha. It just makes me smile and laugh. 

As a postscript to this story, basically the same thing happened again at the end of freshman year during finals, however, the props were different. Jascha was pulling an all-nighter (are u shocked?) and passed out on the same futon. He was wearing his favorite NYU sweatshirt. He must have passed out with the highlighter in his hand, because when he awoke in the morning, the whole front of his sweatshirt was yellow. The highlighter had bled all over his shirt. What I remember most was that he was not even so upset that he didn't get to finish studying, and was therefore not in good shape for his test, but that he was devastated about his sweatshirt. He had that Jascha look of quite desperation, like, "Oh no, what did I do" on his face.

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