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Yeah, I remember that time. You suddenly realize that you’re 23, you skipped college to pursue a career in music. You’re wearing ridiculous makeup and pretending you’re in a band that you’re not in. You’ve become allergic to your own costume, and the itch is incessant.

Working the night shift keeps you permanently pale, and the workplace smells like stale beer and urine. Nobody likes you except for pasty white fat chicks with barbed wire tattoos on their cankles and guys with scars who are missing teeth.

BUT WAIT. THERE’S HOPE.

Heh. No there’s not, and I lied about remembering a time like that.
Suck it up big guy, but don’t sulk about it, because everyone’s welcome here on The Overnight Open Thread.