On Leaving: Austin & The Millennial Job Hunt

There I was. After an obtuse 9 and a half hours, I had arrived in the city I’d eventually come to call home. Belongings had become too cumbersome. Countless video games lined all the walls of my previous loft apartment — a 1300 square foot piece of paradise. I’d spent the last 6 months living with my ex-girlfriend.

My Damn Cats Need a Job

I’m asking myself some tough questions lately. The cat question is the biggest one. Why do we have pets? Are they for comfort, or status? Loneliness or companionship? I’m convinced that I have two cats, because of accidental masochism.