I used to have an older buddy in college who was even more permanently skint than I was. I remember how he went on a MacDonald’s diet (meaning he only ate at MacDonald’s for three months) to save money. Of course, he ended up in a hospital as a result.
Oh, I remember those times when we thought ordering a complex mocha drink and a piece of cake was the height of luxury.
Today, my buddy is a tenured prof with a very comfortable lifestyle.
He wrote to me today, saying: “I’m spending this year in France, so if you find yourself in Paris, do come by my place.”
Yes, if I happen to pass by Paris on my jaunts around the world, I’ll definitely pop by his house.

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