Because of the ever-rising price of whores and pot, since the age of 18 I’ve been forced into the working world. Because I have no idea what a “cover letter” is and have no fucking clue how to “prepare for an interview,” I’ve been forced from one minimum wage job to the next, barely escaping slitting my wrists from boredom. As Wayne Campbell once said, “I have a large collection of name tags and hair nets.”