For the past three weeks my life has gone on hiatus. For some reason it seems as if I have stopped and the world has continued to spin on. I guess the situation I have found myself in is quite prevalent today, or so I continue to tell myself. You see, I am a product of society. Sure, you can tell me I am just a white upper class thirty-something Generation X-er crying out about my, oh so unfortunate, lifestyle but I choose to look at it in a different light. I represent a new era in the world of former grungy Generation X-er’s. I am a young downwardly mobile man on the move. I just lost my job, my girlfriend, and my apartment. What they failed to mention in the brochure of life is that I would be thirty, balding, and homeless. Is there still time to get a refund?