I grew up in Boston and went to school in New York, but I'll admit it, I'm a dyed in the wool Masshole. I'm trained as a civil engineer, but that really is only designed to fuel my ultimate goal of becoming a professional poker player.
However if that doesn't work I'll probably just live in Boston common and begin tutoring young prodigies at Chess, eventually learning to accept my own failures and earning the utmost of respect from the upper echelon of the competitive chess community, like Lawerence Fishburne did in searching for Bobby Fischer. This scenario would also mean I would get to meet Joe Mantegna(Despite looking a lot like Chaz Palminteri I have recently been informed that these are two separate people), who was the bomb in Airheads.
and if that doesn't work, I'll probably just start smoking crack and claiming that I invented the egg-shaped silly putty case to any green-line passenger who will listen.
