I turned in an architecture project, got in a car, fell asleep, woke up on the bridge over Lake Ponch, ate at Ralph and Cuckoo's, rambled around the quarter, then watched the most painful loss I ever experienced in person. I will never go back to that hell hole.
Well, hell....I guess it was 27 years ago....still hate that place.
Well, hell....I guess it was 27 years ago....still hate that place.
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