Making money is the key. I’ve had a job since I was sixteen, never had a problem making money and paying my bills, but how long can I shuck the cold hearted rejection of professional America telling me my resume is a flacid waste of clean white paper? And so, I’ve kicked my job to the curb, that three year old metal ball chained to my ankle and decided to build the resume, find some work, and make some money online and on my own.

That’s right, I’m hitting the solo path, the old spiral staircase into the mouth of the fiery inferno of being dirt ass poor. And so, how have I decided to do this? And why the hell do you care?

I’ll keep you updated. And somewhere in there, maybe we can find the secret to not having to work for the Man.

Screw the man.