Mario is an Italian via Venezuela who ran a rose importing business with Brian a fellow I never managed to like as much as he deserved. The business did not last terribly long despite the extreme amount of effort those two put into it. The roses were from Chile and the perishable nature of the operation demanded some pretty specific execution. Brian lived with Dave at the time and the apartment would always be full to the gills with roses in plastic vases waiting to be delivered. Towards the end there those roses tended to not be delivered. That was a fine smelling apartment in those days. Brian is now a triathlete, a word that the spell check swears is not a word. I am not sure what happened to Mario, but he was such a smart, hardworking guy it seems unlikely he is not doing well enough.
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