Just as I was thinking being a graduate student is pretty tough financially, here’s someone who had it even worse:
After Debbie and I married, I was still in college and we were dirt poor. We moved to the edge of a country town. There was an open field across the road and a railroad track ran for miles out of town. I bought a shotgun and began to hunt for rabbits, squirrels, and pheasants. Thatís how we survived until I graduated.
I’ve seen wild turkeys in my Boston neighborhood, so maybe this has potential. But there’s probably some law or another banning hunting in the city.