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I'm a former Los Angeles based engineer who was sick of the corporate grind. Now, I travel the world writing, living life, and helping men figure it out - just like I had to. Check out This Is Trouble's sister site, Bachelor Travels to learn how to travel the world...for free.

How authentic are friendships these days?

While working the graveyard shift last weekend, I managed to get through almost four seasons of How I Met Your Mother.  Now, I was *supposed* to take advantage of these late-night shifts to write more blogs, work on my side businesses…etc.  However, I’ve found it’s really hard to concentrate on much of anything when it’s […]

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Diseases.

Still reveling in my exploits of last week, I was looking forwarding to causing more trouble this week.  Then, something terrible happened.  It is an extremely common disease.  Fortunately, it is completely curable, and, with proper protection, can even be prevented.  Nonetheless, I have to deal with this in a timely manner. I was the […]

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Is building a wall the easy way out?

It’s hard to write this post.  It’s almost like admitting defeat, in a way.  Being a challenge, being mysterious, playing hard to get.  Whether I like it or not, it’s a bit like putting up a wall.  I suppose  I feel like the longer I keep someone outside of the wall, the more successful the […]

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How it feels to work the graveyard…

I started a new shift yesterday – Friday/Saturday/Sunday 6pm-6am.  I’m in the middle of the Saturday night shift.  Last night wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be.  I drank one Red Bull at about 11pm, and that kept me going until 6am when I went to sleep.  The goal is to use some […]

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Poor schmuck in line at Chiptotle.

I’m standing in line at Chiptotle, the delicious smell of salsa, marinaded chicken/steak, and burritos wafting through the air.  I haven’t eaten in close to six hours; which is a lot for me.  I’m cranky when I’m hungry.  There is an Indian couple and their young daughter in front of me in line.  I groan […]

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