You’ve got to laugh a little…
The minute I graduated from college I could feel the seriousness of life begin to creep in. I needed a job, and for that I needed a car. Sitting in the dealership, I stared at the stack of papers in front of me, realizing that, yes, I actually had to read them and try to understand them. This would be the first time in my life my signature would really hold me to something. And the rest of my life was probably going to be filled with documents I might struggle to understand. This first moment of “adulting” (there have been many others since) felt...
