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Hey if you get a chance I highly recommend flunking out of college, going to a now-defunct trade school, sweating in a hotel basement kitchen for 2 years along with countless other kitchens and then applying for a contract job on a whim. Sometimes it gives you the opportunity to attempt a sexy model pose on a snow machine you just drove halfway to a volcano in Antarctica.
Which can in turn lead to climbing mountains reflected in perfect, freezing ponds in Alaksa near towns with names like "Hope" and "Moose Pass" and the best mac and cheese you've ever eaten.
Both places may contain people whose hearts are so perfectly attuned to yours that you are constantly re-learning your own limitless capacity for platonic love. People who let you sleep on their couch or in their guestrooms in Greenvile and Atlanta and Portland and Denver. People who feed you and tell you they love you, unprovoked.
Anyway yeah. Flunking out of college. Scared the shit out of me at the time. Best fucking thing that ever happened to my life.