Blog: The Sly Oyster

Hard to imagine it was 8-years-ago. I just graduated college that spring and had just gotten back from a two-month jaunt in Europe - that sort of carefree living you're expected to do at 21. I was living with my parents to save some money (since I blew it all on drugs and hookers in Amsterdam) and figuring out the next move, looking for a job, etc. The morning in Boston was unusually crisp and bright, fall was definitely beginning to creep in. I plodded downstairs, half asleep, and went about my normal routine at [...]