(I would like to dedicate this eccentric little note of mine to my dear friend Mr. David M. Heiner. Unfortunately David is no longer with us. He was one of the original founders or the Big Five as we called ourselves then. Not only was he a staunch atheist who loved to ruffle everyone’s feathers, but he was more importantly one of the nicest, most loving people I’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing. David never got to see any of the success that SHAFT has had, which is the gravest of shames. I think he loved the club more than any of us. And I know this is going to sound cliché, But I feel his legacy is still very much alive in the club, as he lives on through it now. It’s very satisfying to me that something he created is going to last for years and years to come. I’m sure he would be just as tickled as well about it, smiling that damn impervious grin of his that he was so famous for. Haha. He was residing in my thoughts as every letter of this writing spilled out of my brain onto the page, in what I’m hoping landed in a not so entropic state. And although he would have arranged the words in a much more eloquent way… this is the best I can do David, so you’re just gunna have to fucking deal with it!)
The topic that I’d like to discuss is something that is very important to me and I thought my voice might add a different perspective to the questions at hand. So, I’m taking a break from the screenplays for a little while to write this for all you lovely people.
For those of you who don’t know me, my name is Mike Patton. I’m one of the original founding members of SHAFT. I was the main officer for the first year of our creation. I wrote the constitution of the club, organized meetings, courted professors, registered with the campus, and spammed every atheist, agnostic, non-believer, or just any all-around interesting people I could find within a 30 mile radius to join.* I was taking 18 credits at the time and it was a lot of work to build a club from scratch, but I sure did enjoy every second of it. As the club took off and became more and more exciting, I regularly spent more and more time on the club then I did on my classes. Eventually I stopped going to classes altogether…which is probably why I ended up dropping out? **Haha. But looking back on it now, I couldn’t care less about the homework. When I try to think of my most memorable times throughout my college experience, the only thing that comes to mind is all the fun I had being involved in all the clubs.