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Edited on Fri Apr-11-08 08:46 AM by Chan790
So much so that I made my best friend drive me across the Whitman Bridge one night at 2:30am because I've vowed to never spend another night in that cursed state. I once found New Jersey so depressing that I considered drowning myself on the beach near the Taj Mahal in AC one night around 4am. (A story having nothing to do with booze or gambling shockingly.) My ex-girlfriend (A Philly girl) made me take Amtrak down from CT so she could break-up with me (unexpectedly) face-to-face in a neutral public location. I was just outside of Princeton, enroute with everything I owned and having mailed the lease on an apartment, when I got a phone call to inform me that a job offer in Philly was being rescinded.
I had a train I was on over Thanksgiving weekend break down just outside of Trenton, causing us to have to sit for 6 hours because there was no locomotive available to finish the trip. This in turn cause me to miss my connecting train, Amtrak had no openings to transfer me to (This was Thanksgiving weekend remember, right after 9/11, so every seat was a reserved seat), so I had to hitchhike from Penn Station (NYC) to Hartford.
Jerseyites, forgive me this, but if I ever become President, I'm nuking your state. I'll give you plenty of notice so you can evacuate. Then I'm turning it into America's largest trash depository. I think the improvement will be monumental.
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