Don't know how it all got started, don't know what they do with their lives

by anna at 08:37 AM on July 23, 2006

1988 was a tumultuous year for me. By way of history I'd grown up with a tightly-knit group of crazed characters that had evolved into a mini-crime-syndicate. We'd all dated the same girls, hung out at the same parentless homes and in general fucked up our once-promising, affluent lives. Then I met my now-wife, who had two toddlers in tow. This changed everything.

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