When I turned 30 and had a few work years under my belt, I realized things were not turning out as planned. My friend John H. and I came up with a novel idea. We would open a pub called Bitters Bar and Grill
and let people come in and bitch about the injustice of it all. As you drank, you can then get up, go to the open microphone on stage, and complain about anything you wanted. It would have made millions, except we were too lazy to pursue it.