To Boshtman
This goes out to my dear friend, Majd Baki, The Boshtman. You see, he graduated, and this guy was like the water that holds the soup ingredients together; we hung out at his place the most, we laughed because of the most, and for some reason, he managed to be the most ‘neutral/unbiased’ party in an extremely odd group.
Majd hosted me twice, rather vital 2 periods of time; when I was homeless back in the beginning of sophomore year when I was waiting to get electricity in my own place and join the rest of the civilized world, and in my thesis-crisis last year.
A fact: Majd thinks Hot-Dogs taste like fire. (!)
Congratulations, Grandpa Boshtman.
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