Yeah, I remember the guy, I was on second phase at the time at Morgan Yacht. I am pretty sure the guy's name was Craig or Greg.
I remember him because he looked a whole lot like Mark Hamill (Luke Skywalker) from Star Wars. He copped out by doing the coo coo for cocoa puffs routine, only in a big way. Mrs. Pete even claimed in big group that they had him on videotape accusing his own shadow of trying to grab his ass and molest him or some shit like that. Hey, if acting crazy got him out of there, more power to him. I even fucked with his head one morning after snack time by singing the last line of Hotel California to him. "You can check out any time you like, but you can never leave."
I'll be the first to admit, I was a little jealous of the guy. He looked like Hollywood, and on the outside, he probably seen more pussy than Tampax, but there, we were all equal. From what I heard, he snuck the key away from his oldcomer, dressed, split the bedroom, made himself a fucking pot of coffee in the kitchen, called someone for a ride and simply left when they showed up, all at 2 o'clock in the morning. That's how easy shit could be, if you had the connections.