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Shopped or Not
August 12th, 2011

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  1. February 23rd, 2014 at 15:21 | #1

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  2. March 11th, 2014 at 16:17 | #2

    There is a sound that most humans will experience many times in life, that, despite being perfectly ordinary and extremely
    frequent, never fails to awaken a soul-crushing sadness deep
    within our minds. This is the precise feeling that stirred me each morning, as my alarm clock stirred me from sleep.
    I awoke as if my alarm clock had unexpectedly poked me with a
    cattle prod. My eyes shot open, while my body catapulted itself out of bed.
    I stood for a moment, surveying my immaculately clean, and meticulously modern
    bedroom, and allowed my mind a chance to catch
    up with my movements. My girlfriend managed to stay sound asleep through this fiasco,
    and looked peaceful as ever. I glanced at the clock, and like many other mornings
    before this one, realized my scramble to wake up and get going
    was fruitless. I was up early, and there was no need to
    rush. The real urgency was coming from my own personal rush to
    break away from my horribly mundane existence.
    My name is Justin Rylands, and my life is not bad by any means.
    I am 27 years old with a Bachelor’s degree in Business Administration
    from Princeton. My father, Drew Rylands, was responsible for
    starting one of the most successful dental technology distribution warehouses in the United States, and this provided me with
    a guaranteed, top dollar sales position since the day I exited my mother’s
    womb. I have a sought-after career, a beautiful girlfriend, an apartment that looks like a Home Goods catalog came to life, and a picture perfect family.

    I was not rebellious growing up, and I equate this to my
    wealthy upbringing, and well-structured, loving parents. I was always handsome, and intelligent.
    I was dedicated to school, and sports, and rarely ever distracted by girls.
    I was disinterested in parties, and the counterproductive activities
    my peers got off on. I was a born success story. I was
    everything any parent could ask for, and they were well aware of this.
    I was nothing at all like my insurgent older brother who’d flown the coop when I was 13.
    My parents had convinced me that, “Andy went away for college, because that’s what young men do
    when they turn 18.” But I knew this was a lie, even as a child.
    My brother was an absolute shit head, and
    I was a firsthand witness to his teen years full of underage drinking and cutting class.
    I can recall numerous late nights that ended in my mother
    sobbing on the couch while my father was on the phone explaining to
    the cops what crime his hooligan son got himself caught up in now.
    It was not until I was 17, and overheard a phone call between my brother and
    father, that I finally discovered Andy had run off
    with a group of glass blowing hippies who crafted marijuana
    pipes and travelled the country with the small amount of money they
    made selling these “art pieces”. I was never entirely able to grasp why this lifestyle brought my brother so much joy, but after 4
    years of this perpetuating 9 to 5 grind, I started to wonder if Andy had the right idea after all.

    “Morning Boss,” I said, half-joking to my father upon stepping into his office.

    “Ah, my son! Bright and early as always.
    Just like your father.” He clapped his hand
    on my back and gave me that classic, fatherly grin.
    “I’ve got a project for you.” I cringed. I figured this
    meant I’d be planning another painfully boring charity event
    for inner-city children with no dental insurance.
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