A high school classmate of mine recently celebrated her birthday. I used the occasion to express my gratitude to her, again, for hooking me up with her job at a local video store (remember those?) when she went off to Texas A&M after graduation.
I had been working for a rich family at McDonalds. It was nauseating watching them pull up in their high-priced luxury cars, constantly flaunting their bling. I secretly dreamt of Uncle Sam sticking it to them come April 15th.
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