Employed!

I graduated high school completely clueless to what I wanted to do afterwards. I knew I wanted to continue my education, but I didn't know what subject. My passions at the time were video games and tennis, and neither of those were particularly good for a stable income.

And so I picked a college at random and decided to start the ball rolling, even if I didn't know where I was going to end up. The next two years were nothing but a sloppy college party. I was forced to settle on a major, so I picked something easy; something I wouldn't mind doing for the rest of my life. I was to become an English Major with a minor in Marketing.

The next three years were also a sloppy college party. Roommates came and went. Friends died, new friends were found. Good times were had, much weed and alcohol were consumed. I slowly finished my requirements and barely squeaked through graduation with a 2.004 gpa (2.0 required. Needless to say I was biting my fingernails when those last test scores came in lol)

Hurray! I got my sheepskin in the mail. Now that I was free with no commitments, I lived a happy carefree life, doing whatever I wanted whenever I wanted. More parties. More bonfires. When my last financial aid check came in, I took the money and moved to a big city with my roommate from college. Here I got hooked on molly, coke and rave music. I tripped on acid and fell into the EDM crowd. I was always happy, but was starting to slip away into oblivion. I have no regrets about this period of my life and I still look back on it fondly.

I managed to stretch my money out for a year by stealing groceries and not paying rent, but then I ran out. I wasn't working. (couldn't pass a drug test, nor did I have the motivation or desire to submit myself to a daily job). Rather than be poor and living on a couch in a big city, I moved back to my small-town home.

The partying didn't slow down, only the substances abused changed. I couldn't get any more molly, so weed reclaimed the top spot. My brother received multiple pounds a week to flip, so it was always around. I made ends meet by whoring my car out as a taxi to friends and family and general robin hood thievery. This lasted up until about a month ago.

My dad was pressuring me to do something with my life, so I decided to join the military. I arrange a meeting, and the day before I am supposed to talk to the recruiter, I get a call back from a resume I'd submitted earlier the previous day. It was the newspaper! They wanted to hire me on part-time as the weekend reporter. I wasn't too keen on the military anyway, so I emphatically said YES PLZ LETS INTERVIEW. Within a week, I was taking my first tour of the building as the paper's newest reporter!