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Life begins at 30.

It did for me anyway, and part of me hates saying that because I feel like one of the problems we tend to make in American culture is waiting too late to start our lives, treating grown people like children, and generally acting as if we have all the time in the world.

But, for me at least, I have to say that if you were to judge my life by the first 30 years, you'd see a guy who wasn't going anywhere with no prospects of going anywhere.  I wasn't a loser.  I was just a guy w...