The Question of the Day is "Why?"

So, I'm back. I'll try to write more frequently now.

So, I quit my soul-sucking corporate pigsty of a job. The job where I was sent home one day to shave. The job where they made drivers throw packets of ads into peoples yards -- customer and non-customer alike. You know, the bullshit job.

Now I work at a pawn shop three blocks from my house. It's pretty awesome. The coworkers are cool, the customers are a little less pushy (usually), there's a lot more autonomy. One weird part though: Now I'm selling guns.

That's fucking weird.