In HS, I got in a fight with a classmate that was much like me (nerd on nerd violence). He was drunk, tall and lanky, so I was able to stuff him in a garage can and roll him down a small hill at our school.

My folks moved to a house bordering a nice cemetery when I left for college.

Lived in Manhattan for a decade. Rent on my first studio apartment was more than my monthly payment on a 15 year mortgage for an upstate NY new construction 3k sq. ft., 3 bedroom, 3 bath home with an in ground pool on an acre of land. Miss the City but with kids, it is not like I have free time anyway.

Trump’s real answer - “I am going to start a trade war! The price of an iphone will immediately jump whatever my tariff is, no jobs will come back to America and Apple will move its manufacturing plant to Vietnam! Until I slap a tariff on them to, and so on and so on.”

A guy in my suite freshman year would put R Kelly’s “I Believe I can Fly” on continuous repeat while he slept (like 7 hours straight). His roommate was a quiet, meek kid who would not tell him to turn it off or get headphones. We let it go on for about 2 weeks until we legitimately thought the meek kid might commit…