"His description of you made me think you were studying how to be a pimp at Stanford University in California. Of course, what you study doesn't matter; what matters is that you had a four-year college life that you considered happy."
Tommy Hawk looked at his father speechlessly, "Tony told you I was studying to be a pimp at Stanford?"
Colin Hawk burped, "No, he was more direct. He said you were a madam and he was a flamboyantly dressed gigolo drumming up business for you."
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In the summer of 1987, at Stanford University's outdoor sports stadium, the 96th commencement ceremony was held.
For the graduates, this was not only the last but also the most shining moment of their college years. Naturally, the moment was equally significant for the graduates' parents—even the disheveled Colin Hawk wore a meticulously tailored suit, his beard neatly trimmed, and his hair carefully combed.
