Actually, that's not altogether untrue. It was the carefree, showerless summer of my youth. That's right, the only summer of youth I ever enjoyed. Every summer subsequent to this one, I've lived behind the constrictive parameters of adult responsibility. But this particular summer, I lived for me, man! Nobody told me what to do. I made my own rules. Set my own hours. Pieced together change for cigarrettes. Yeah, that was living, boy-o. But it wasn't in a FJORD I slept. It was in a Ford. An escort, to be exact. My 6'3" friend "lived" with me sometimes in there, too. It sucked. Look, my point is, kids it doesn't matter if you stay in school. I did and I still spent a cramped, generally reeky summer sleeping in my car. Just make good choices, kids. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to make sure that bottle of vodka I keep hidden under the toilet lid at work made it through the weekend.......
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