Waking up at 6:30 in the morning is a big deal for me, okay. I got my stuff which consisted of my gear (boots, pants, huge jacket, helmet gloves yada yada yada. Picked up my air pack (scba) and spare bottle, and finally the binder and 2 text books taking up all of the room I had in my FDNY pull string bag.
Carrying more than a hundred pounds of stuff with my skinny @$$ in 30 degree weather isnt my ideal cup of coffee. I get in the car, drive 20 minutes to the prestigious (kind of)
I killed him.
He is in the PC room of blackness... AKA, my recycle can!