Tim Erikbergson

Five years ago I got lost on my way to class at the beginning of the semester, and my life hasn't been the same since. I was a Texas greenhorn who arrived in New York for the first time. Preening myself as a real 'hustler', I found out quite soon that I was the one getting 'hustled' That is, until I teamed up with a down-and-out but resilient outcast named Ratso Rizzo. This initial 'country cousin meets city cousin' relationship deepened. In our efforts to bilk a hostile world rebuffing us at every turn, our unlikely pair progressed from partners in shady business to comrades. Both of us found our first real friend.