Day Zero

Maybe I'm having a quarter-life crisis. Maybe it's because Mercury is in retrograde under the sign of Taurus. Or maybe I'm just burnt out.

For the last two years of my life, I've been working at this restaurant in downtown Manhattan--let's call it Cafe Gypsy--where I've made good friends, good money, and have had the good fortune of just plain being employed. But in less than twelve hours, I'll be throwing it all away. I'm quitting.

This is a chronicle of my soon-to-be gainfully unemployed life.