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I got a real job. Like a real, real job, with an office, full time hours, a real salary, and real benefits. I’m sorry, my hippy friends. I have betrayed you. My loyalty is now to the man. Goodbye, youth. Goodbye poverty. Goodbye … love.

4 thoughts on “Betrayal

  1. I’m going to pretend like I didn’t read this…

  2. WOW! No other words to it. Years and have gone by and finally you have come over. Congratulations are in order. Life get’s easier now.

  3. Haha, that’s pretty good.

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