I figured out what story likely triggered this little uproar going on up at UAlbany. This one rough draft of “Precursor,” which I have titled “After the Flood,” contains content so disturbing to the student body that it was “utterly intolerable” to them and I had no business being on campus ever again. Apparently, my imagination is just too twisted for the folks at UAlbany, and my uncle, who happens to be a psychotherapist, by the way, has said that this incident is just part of a larger epidemic of emotional deficiency and immaturity amongst the current generation, in this day and age, making someone feel “uncomfortable” is akin to a capital crime, and therefore, I am being excommunicated from society for being so “mean,” as if writing a book that makes everyone feel uncomfortable makes me the most evil person on the face of the Earth. Well, in that case, screw them all. I’m good at what I do and I’m proud of it, and if my University is not going to accept me for who I am and what I plan to do for a living, then I don’t need to ever go back there. I have better things to do than get hung up on the past.