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Well, I suppose this deserves some background


by Patrick Dolan

This column is the culmination of a drunken idea we had back in college: to capture the savant wrapped in an enigma that is The Berber Experience.




In short, our beloved friend Berber had a tendency to work his ass off over the summer, make a ton of money, then come back to college and spend said monies on expensive things nobody could possibly want (but that were also impossibly awesome). You'd expect him to go online at 4 am, ignoring that Organic Chem. lab report of which he still had another 30 pages to write, and meet you at breakfast to announce the impending arrival of something you never contemplated.

Eventually, all these items mysteriously disappeared into a rift in the time/space continuum or were smashed into thousands of pieces after falling off his Saturn on the way to the shore.


Throughout this column, we plan to bring you examples of things Berber would buy--thanks to extensive and completely unproductive Internet searches. We'll share stories that allow our valued reader (giggles to self) to accurately capture this cultural genius of our generation, a man ahead of his time, a modern day Andy Warhol without all the creepy shit. And there are stories. The real magic here is that while we knew him as well or better than anyone else during those years, we’re not always sure where the truth to these stories ends and the fiction begins.

Enjoy the ride, we sure did.

Happy burt day Berber.