I used to do dumb shit in scary places for big money. I quit doing that because I didn't have the mental tools to keep that life from deleting me.
Over the next ten years, I settled down to a white picket fence existence as a self-taught craftsman and sometimes college student. I had a beautiful wife and a fledgling garden. And that all sort of shit the bed, or at least, I finally realized it had after rolling around in it for too long.
This is the story of the job I took when I felt like it was time to try out the life of adventure again, to see if it fit better after quite a lot of therapy and self discovery, and to earn the letters I carry on my back when I dress fancy - F A F O.