after graduating from college i moved back home to my parents house in fenton it would be the first of three more separate stints my brother helped get me a part time job peddling paint at sherwin williams the idea was to stay for a year and save up and plan for our wedding all of our friends had already moved away or were still off at school so it felt like a ghost town or defeat i was not a model employee i was frequently late and felt my education made me overqualified and that the job was far beneath me i reeked of youth i thought the world was owed to me each morning contractors would pour in like vultures on carrion and pick the store clean