WE DID IT. AFTER THREE YEARS OF ADJUSTING TO THE INSANITY THAT IS NEW JERSEY, THE BOOT CAMP WE CALLED SCHOOL, 28 HOUR DAYS, 9 DAY WEEKS, AND PUTTING UP WITH THE SAME HANDFUL OF PUG UGLY GUYS IN ONE CLASS ALL YEAR WE GRADUATED. PHEW. WHAT NOW YOU ASK? THAT’S THE QUESTION OF THE HOUR FOR MOST OF US. SEND OFF RESUMES AND PORTFOLIOS AND HOPE SOMEONE WILL BE WILLING TO TAKE A CHANCE ON ONE OF US I SUPPOSE IS THE ANSWER. OR WIN THE LOTTERY, WHICH IS THE ONE I PREFER. BUT UNTIL THEN I SUPPOSE THERE’S ALWAYS QUIZNOS SUBS OR THAT EVER GROWING, SOON TO TAKE OVER THE WORLD CORPORATION WAL-MART TO BRING HOME THE BACON. ALL-BE-IT TINY AMOUNTS OF BACON THAT CAN’T POSSIBLY HELP PAY OFF THE HUGE DEBTS WE’VE ACCUMULATED, BUT BACON NONETHELESS. ANYWAYS, HERE’S A PIC OF ME AND SOME OF THE GUYS AT GRADUATION. ENJOY.
[caption id="attachment_7" align="aligncenter" width="600" caption="My Graduation Dinner: May 2004"]
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