The nineties were a simpler time.
The Berlin wall had just come down and the air was easier to breathe in. The American dream was a reality for many young people; many more who had decided to enrich their life with a college education.
When Max went to college he was going to make something of himself. To be the first in his family to get a PHD, would be a landmark. Nobody told him that there was impending economic crisis.
By the time he graduated in 2007, it was one year in that 100,000 dollars of debt and no job that he realized he would have to move back in with his father.
And upon calling his father, telling him that he could no longer afford his apartment because being laid off from K-mart couldn't cut it; Goofy, too, had a confession to make.
"Uh-Hyuck, oh Maxie," Goofy laughed nervously, "I had to sell the house, 'cause I couldn't afford to make the payments no more."
"Dad, where are you living?"
"I'm living at Pete's house, Maxie. I bet Pete wouldn't mind you coming to stay with us, son."
After losing his own job, Goofy had to work at subway. Life had gotten harder and was missing meaning after Sylvia died. Turns out drinking soda and eating pop rocks does kill you.
Now Pete, PJ, Goofy, Max, and Bobby were going to live under the same roof. Five bachelors. 2 homosexuals. 157 countries. Only one can be the iron chef.
A/n: pls don't call me gae