Edward Carney

After a brilliant, productive adolescence, I attended New York University where I majored in philosophy and religious studies. I was always able to meet trite questions like "What are you going to do with that?" with a laundry list of relevant industries and suitable positions, and as long as I was in school, I seemed to meet with universal agreement that an NYU degree would look good on a resume, and would surely get me some kind of job. After being deemed to have too many credits and being consequently stripped of all financial aid, I took time off to work full-time in a Manhattan office, before returning to finish one class and graduating. Then I spent three years alternating between no employment and menial part-time labor, trying to find a way to survive in New York, Boise, and Seattle, before being dragged back to Buffalo, NY, where I finally secured a full-time position - working in a sausage shop. Having left that employment after a year, I now eke out a living as a freelance writer, thus pursuing a life-long ambition that took an eight-year detour for nothing. I am, I think, understandably bitter.