And so, with renewed vigor, I set to work on finding out what MGP was and what it had done and why it didn’t do what it did anymore. It sounded confusing, I know. But what was even more confusing was the fact that we had no luck in finding out anything.
In other words, all roads led to nowhere.
“I don’t get it,” Todd said, a week into our search. “Every online link is dead. There’s nothing in the libraries I checked either. I even called a bunch of research facilities, but no one has ever heard of the project. Either that or they were unwilling to talk.”
We were in my bed in the dorm. Doug preferred that we slept there. “You guys are too f*****g loud,” he told me. What he meant was, we were too loud while f*****g.
“But what about all that money?” I said. “Surely, there must be a trail
