The opioid addiction crisis is out of control. I've had a number of drug addicts or recovering addicts in my car. What's going on is just crazy.
The Year of Sean has been going on for 364 days but sadly is coming to an end. One more official blissful day of freedom remains before I'm compelled by the Faustian agreement I made to look for a regular job. Of course, as the Houseguest pointed out, there could be a Year of Sean Part II if no one hires me.
Do you ever wonder if you're wasting your time blogging and ask yourself whether you should quit? That was the question I was asking myself the other day.
Being a single guy and cooking for yourself is tough — at least it is if you're me — unless you consider baking a shitload of asparagus to be cooking.
Is it me or are robots stealing our jobs? Seriously, they're starting to crop up everywhere. They even have robot prostitutes. Where does it stop?
A lot of guys in relationships secretly yearn for more independence. But is this level of freedom actually good for them?