In the Fall of 1991 (maybe 92?) I walked into an accounting class on the campus of St. John's University in Staten Island, NY and felt lost. Wearing a Jane's Addiction t-shirt and old jeans I looked around the room of probably 30 or so students and saw gold chains, designer track suits and neatly cropped, slicked back hairdos. I didn't belong. There was one exception however, a kid with long black hair and (if memory serves me right), a Misfits t-shirt. With a small sigh of r
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