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After Providence, I attended Lewis University from 1989-1990 to embark on a promising career in Aviation, only to have it cut short by a firey crash during a routine training exercise. The doctors said I wouldn't walk again, but alas, they were mistaken. The bottle very quickly became my friend soon after my recovery and I moved to the south side of Chicago in 1991 where I became the resident of a van not too unlike the one on the A-Team. After a strong-arm robbery there, in which I had to flee, I moved back to Lockport and was introduced to the world of psychadelics 25 years after the flower people. Moving from town to town, job to job, woman to woman, I went back to school and dropped out 3 more times. By this time the cocaine and the tranquilizers mixed with quarts of Wild Turkey really had me in their grip. I had to do something, so I joined the peace corps and was kicked out for assaulting an officer. Apparently they really are all about peace (I guess maybe I watched "An Officer and a Gentleman" one too many times). Several stints in rehabs, institutions, social clubs, and several twelve step groups later, I ended up marrying a Brazilian model (way before Tom Brady did; the copy cat bastard) and was happily married for six years after kicking all of my habits until she dumped me so that she could spend more time with her wine drinking cheese eating friends. At present I am a professional driver testing concept cars on closed tracks at very fast speeds and I make an awful lot of money doing it so shut up! You can stick your degrees up your butts you nazi cows!
