A combination of sleep deprivation, vacation anticipation, and caffeine dependency birthed a monstrous idea for a blog, but the same trifecta has prevented me from coming up with a non-clichéd introduction for the damn thing. As such, I’ll just slap you with the cliché: On August 19, 2006, my life changed forever.
No, I didn’t come out of the closet or get diagnosed with cancer. I didn’t even really do anything, per se. I spent four hours sweating my balls off in the basement of a struggling...