We are unemployed, under-employed, quintessentially broke and lonely.  We are the hairballs of the social pipeline.

Nothing to do but wallow in self-pity, bet on NASCAR and listen to the sorrowful  beats of Montgomery Gentry and James Blunt.  Sobriety is a disease to us, while the levels of liver depletion are the true badges of pain endured.

We are the true soldiers of misery.  These are our stories.

Do no be afraid.  The truth shall set you free.