I, for one, was a DJ at KAFA my doolie year until one Saturday night I pulled a copy of Cheech and Chong's Dave from the archives and played it. I thought it was a hoot, but some second rate went ape and threatened me with a CDB. If you don't know the song, it's about some half-stoned guy who has been out buying weed but didn't bring the keys to his apartment, and he now has to convince his thoroughly-stoned roommates to let him back into the apartment. Knock-knock-knock! Hey it's me, Dave, lemme in!!! Dave - Is that you Dave? Yeah it's me let me in, I got the stuff!!! Duhh Daaave? Yeah it's me lemme-in damnit! Duuh Dave? Yeah! Dave's not here!!!??
The only other DJ I still remember was our classmate and Prepee, Rick Mokarski, but he never made it out of Ac-Pro our doolie year, and bailed at its end. I think he lives in Sturgis, Michigan now.
“FROM HIGH ATOP THE RAMPART RANGE OF THE COLORADO ROCKIES, IT’S K-A-F-A, THE VOICE OF THE UNITED STATES AIR FORCE ACADEMY!”