It was exactly 10 years ago, but I remember it as if it was yesterday.
I was part of the staple Irish contingent that would exit the Irish shores in our droves each summer in search of a frat house with a stripper pole and kegs containing the cheapest beer in North America; concoct creative yet fictional employment history stories to secure a job which would pay rent and fund a hectic lifestyle; feast my eyes on hunky six-packed, sun-kissed American quarterback football stars and suffer
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