I’m a complex man. But this is not a complex blog.

We’re here to do two things: Get Laid, and Get Paid.


This project began two years ago, with my realization that I had accomplished every goal I was ever supposed to aspire to in life.

I had tacked a pair of fancy degrees to my wall, which were supposed to guarantee me a life of rewarding and well-compensated work. I was earning good money at an interesting job that rarely required more than forty hours a week of my time. Throughout my adult life, I had either been in relationships with incredible girls, or juggled a mini-harem. I had great friends and a close family. My rec hockey team had just won the city championship. Fresh out of school and less than a year into grown-up life, I was riding high and my dick was swinging low. I was happy as a pig in warm, runny shit.

But then I realized something.

This was it. In school, you’re working towards graduating. Once you’re out, there’s no more light at the end of the tunnel that you can use to deceive yourself into thinking what you’re doing has meaning. You see that it’s just the same crap for the rest of your life, with a bit more money and prestige each year, and the occasional gnawing in your gut as you realize that you’ve given up on all of your childhood dreams. I woke up to that reality, and decided I had to do something. I started a blog, and vomited my thoughts all over the blogosphere. It was a blast.

This website is the teen-age iteration of Freedom Twenty-Five. In my very first post, I wrote that this blog’s mission would be:

“.. to narrate and inspire my rise from what I am – a content and conventionally successful young guy, one year into his tenure at a prestigious, but soul-destroying desk job – into what I want to be: An Artist. A Man. A genuinely happy and fulfilled person, whose life is spent creating and experiencing the sublime.”

Exactly one year after that, I announced some radical changes in my life. After twelve months of learning, experimenting, saving, and planning, I took a flying leap from my safe and comfortable nine-to-five yuppie lifestyle, and began a new life as a vagabonding author/entrepreneur.

– I quit my job

– I bought a one-way ticket to Thailand, the first of many long-term travel destinations

– I started several mobile businesses

– I published my first book, Freedom Twenty-Five: The 21st-Century Man’s Guide To Life

– Most importantly, I realized something that I had always suspected: Life as a cubicle-dwelling wage slave is no place for an ambitious young man. Animals need to run free.

I spent the next four months living and traveling in Southeast Asia. My second book, The 2012 End Of The World Tour, is a collection of short stories and reflections from those exciting, enlightening and debaucherous months.

As of this writing, I’m back in my home and native land and gearing up to completely and utterly conquer the world. My plans and motivations are elaborate, but for now, we’re going to stick to the basics: Sex and Cash. Money and Women. Bitches and Cheese.


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