
I had just finished my post-college graduate travels throughout Europe and the Middle East and found myself on the brink of a quarter-life crisis. Being single and without a job, I figured I could call an old girlfriend from high school, buy an iPad, search for a job that would lead to a middle management career at best, and settle down in my hometown of Cleveland, Ohio. As tempting as that sounded, I wanted to see what else was out there, so I decided to drive hell for leather to California.
There was no particular destination in mind. I had no intentions on jumping into the Hollywood


