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Things just got worse by 1985. The boardwalk was
pretty much empty. It was us, some kids from Brooklyn next door
learning how to sell, Criterion was almost shut. Ollie's. HoJo's
and I don't even recall who else. Didn't matter, the writing was
on the wall. My partner was making the big bucks at Merrill Lynch
$15k per year and I met a girl from PA who didn't get the whole
boardwalk thing and I was going to Monmouth College. Top Photo:
Kevin hanging himself from the chains that held up the hoods.
Later scrapped at the junkyard for $6.00. The wall were ugly with
nothing on it.
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