Martin F Lance Groundhog's Day
His name was not this, but that was his moniker in many forms. His name was Malcom Ryder. One of the more profound individuals who ever made an impression in our city, as well as in my life story. He was a complicated person, as was our relationship, but that is usually the case with many. It was the late 90s and I had returned to my fair city having freshly graduated from college and about to start my official adult life, a 90s hipster post grunge child. I entered Corporate America and got my first real job, as I would expect anyone in the same position to acquire. What one does not anticipate when one is adapting to this change is the isolation and loneliness, yet coming into your own during the first year as one is adapting to the change of life going from a kid / full time student to that of being a working adult. Many days are like the move Groundhog's Day, but one must not complain about it as this is, as one would find out, ho...