I'm a guy that watches a lot of the late George Carlin's stand ups. I'll take a seat, venture to YouTube, and watch a line of his episodes for countless hours. The other day, my insides agitated with laughter to one of Carlin's comments that suitably fits the premise of this column, "I like people? But I have a very low tolerance level for stupid bulls***!" George and I share this idea.
Subway maps, numbered streets, seas of taxis, and buildings that attempt to reach the sky make up an atmosphere all too familiar to UB's high population of New York City natives.
This ode is to my peers who never give up. Who spend hours in the office; a fluorescent filled box, Eyes glued to computer screens next to piles of coffee cups, Focused and dedicated, working hard around the clocks. From late night antics with swinging baseball bats, To being there for each other when long days took their toll, I'm so thankful I was able to work with such talented writers. But I'm leaving The Spectrum, with all its good times and laughs I'll miss the energy, the work, the people, the trolls. I won't ever forget these days, and the people who have made my life brighter.
Every time I'm cashing out at CVS, I happen to notice the wall of cigarettes behind the cashier that all cost somewhere around $10. If I had to cough up a fresh Hamilton every time I bought a new pack, I would hand out the meanest "hell no" UB has ever seen to anyone looking to bum a cigarette.
I have to admit; I have never owned a turntable, an 8-track tape player, a phonograph?or a horse and buggy. I'm a part of the digital generation.
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