Diary of a Fry Guy

It was when I turned 16 that my father began asking me if I'd thought about getting a summer job. My birthday is in January and it was the farthest thing from my mind.

At first, it was a casual query. By the summer, it was a "not something that's essential right now, but you ought to be thinking about it before next year." By the following spring, when I was 17, the idea had become a familial-psycho-social imperative.

When it came to a lot of things&

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