OK KID so tell me which of the following you will be then:
The kid who goes to college in NYC, realizes all that he missed out on in G-land, and decides to get a job in NYC after graduation… After landing a job, he realizes that rent is no joke and that the closest place he can afford rent is… New Jersey.
And ends up living there all the while washing clothes three times a week to get rid of the curry smell.
OR
The kid who decides to go back “to the roots” after 4 years in the big bad city broadening his horizons, only to find out that 4 years later… The 5-1-8 is now culturally limiting and even Shift does not elicit the laughter it once did… PJB has stopped going to bars, Vlad is in the 2000 hp club (albeit with 21 cars) and Singh is so old he can no longer walk on his hands. In his frustration, the kid takes a sales job to “get out and travel more”, only to find out that every flight out is somehow routed through Newark Airport.
Suits are washed three times a week to get rid of the curry smell.