My Memorial Day of Corporate America

and the secrets of living off wealthy dogs

Exactly five years ago, San Francisco’s sun smiled down hard on a beautiful Memorial Day, after our summers of smoke and fires. I remember ‘twas noon of that Monday, the 27th of May of 2019.

That was my last moment as an enlisted full-time soldier with a salary, benefits, and the delicious pride of corporate social validation.

I was the shit, man. Senio…