>>3552439 It was a painfully dreary night.
Despite it being a new millennium, there was no hope in sight. I even
cried while eating my New Year's soup.
For an unemployed, twenty-two-year-old, male college dropout, the
winter chill was piercing. In the middle of my filthy room, where
thrown-off clothing littered the floor and the smell of cigarette smoke
had soaked into the walls, I sighed over and over.
How could things have come to this?
