I finished school at NSU in Natchitoches.  We would sometimes hang out in the old cemetery close to downtown.  We liked the feel of it and would drink vodka and talk about our class or just talk.  I hanged out with Nick Zakharov and other friends and classmates.  We drank and talked but we never did anything disrespectful.  It was a good place to talk, in an old cemetery at night with the stars and moon.  A witch is buried there and several of my ancestors, which I was completely unaware of at the time.  I walked everywhere and never owned a car during school.  I spent two years at USL-Lafayette and then two in Natchitoches.  I left a party one night and crossed the cemetery because it's on the way towards campus.  I was drunk and careless.  In the cemetery, around some graves, are little gated fences, with spikes on the tops.  I tripped on one and the spike caught my hand and leg, grazed it.  I got up, stumbled back to the dorm and the next day saw that I lost my watch.  A few weeks later I read in the paper that a man walking his dog had a serious accident.  He stumbled, tripped and landed on one of the spikes.  The spike went through the side of his head.  He didn't die.  His dog barked until someone came by and found him.