You’d think I’d have got used to this relocating business by now. But here I am, 29 years old, eating/drinking cereal out of mug because I can’t remember which box I put the bowls in. (Not to mention I’m a shitty cook). And come tonight, instead of actually unpacking or doing anything productive, you can bet your ass I’m going to be binge watching The Walking Dead in my underwear. So if that’s not enough to make you want to befriend this fine specimen of a man, I don’t know what the hell your problem is. I’m Evan. Just pity me and say hi?