My dad is a classic case of wasted talent. He got second in state in wrestling. He was a very talented boxer and an extreemely good looking young man. He had everything going for him. He decided to party after high school, pretend to be a gangster, get sent to prison and eventually go to college at Ramapo to study... um use drugs with his financial aid money.
My mom grew up in what seemed like the perfect middle class oasis, with both parents being two teachers nestles in the small town of West Caldwell in northern NJ. She went to Ramapo the same year as my dad. She went there to study, but decided to follow his lead.
Needless to say, they both lasted about a semester...
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