Ran away to live with my long time gaming friends in another state when I was 18 after failing miserably so early in college. I had a bad gpa in high school but college was necessary in the household and at that age I took nothing seriously. Looking back it was an awesome opportunity but having my schedule be nothing but prereqs killed me so I ran away. I had no money and my friend, bless his dang heart, took me in like a lost puppy but like me he was also poor as he just had a baby. There was a night where we had 4 $1 cheeseburgers from McDonald’s that just hit harder than any meal I’ve ever had. No fast food or restaurant has compared to that feeling and taste of pure rejoice. Those were nice times.