am i the only one who feels like a total piece of shit for wanting more than what their parents built? like my dad has had this same shitty bakery since 1984 and he still uses that crusty old hobart mixer that sounds like a lawnmower and i love him but goddamn im 52 years old and i still smell like yeast and failure every night when i get home... i look at my hands and theyre always red and dry from the flour and the dishwater and i just think is this really it. is this the whole thing till i die so for the last six months ive been doing something real stupid—i told my mom i was going to the gym at night but really i been taking these business classes at the local college.