Quote from the San Francisco Bay Guardian

THE YEAR 2002 was all about wallowing in unemployment, tragically spending your last 10 bucks of the month on a pack of smokes and a well drink, and then telling everyone how much it sucked to be you. This year, after your fifth temp job ended and your third roommate moved back home to mommy, you realized you were going to have to get real used to being poor forever,
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