IWantToEatSomeFries.

The contract wiped out everything—every last bit of my savings. I finally saw it clearly: my entire life has no chance of a comeback. This life is over for me. I was born ordinary and mediocre, yet unwilling to accept my fate; no matter how things turned, it was all futile. By the time I was 32, I finally understood that all my struggles and resistance couldn’t outweigh the dog-catcher’s harvest.