1. picture at night, drunk with cousin Justin on Uncle Paul's front porch. 2. the lobster claws that Andy missed out on because he would rather spend the night in a cave instead of drinking all night eating lobster claws and oysters in Atl. 3.Hannah the Shark (a Berliner I met in JFK) 4.the start of my str. when I first got in town(snowing) yes I sort of live in the ghetto. 5. just down the street from the apt. that green thing is were you recycle stuff.
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it doesn't look like the ghetto to me, just city residential. good luck in your classes tomorrow. i say, take good notes and smile alot. but in the words of grandaddy pres: if you can't write, scribble. if you can't talk, mumble. and if you don't know, guess.
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