So once upon a time I was a “happy” person who had friends and enjoyed being social. I worked at a dead end job and made enough to take care of a family with a little assistance from the baby mama (pre wife so calm down ya cry babies). Did I need to “grow up” during this time frame and act like a responsible adult…sure…but I did it in my own way.

During this time I did what any young adult with a decent head on their shoulders would do…grind my ass into a decent home and felt accomplished I was able to do it. After moving into a house, and what I thought might be a spot in my life where I was close to family/friends – got married. Looping back to that aforementioned dead end job….10 years and no progression or place to go….kind of just in a groove of work and go home. All of that shit got derailed by some con artist who fucked me and that company out of so much it wasn’t funny. I wasn’t sure what I was going to do at this point so I did what any logical person would do…went back to what I have done prior and just needed a little refresher.

Then one day I moved on up to Ohio for this dream job that was supposed to change my life…boy did it ever!