SEAN CRESPO TURNS 30 tomorrow (Dec. 13)

Two months ago I was once again IN THE GODDAMN chips, earning my living in comedy, on a stand up tour, writing for a cool website (officepirates), selling short films, etc. It was great.

CUT TO: THE DAY BEFORE SEAN CRESPO'S 30th BIRTHDAY

I sit in a small cube and wear a clip on tie. I work at a bloated government agency where my townie coworkers routinely describe our part of downtown New York as "a little chinky." I have no duties to speak of but I am required to get to my desk by 9 am exactly. If I don't, I'm warned, I will be docked however many minutes worth of pay I've missed.

This is some hard core anal retentiveness we're talking about.

I believe I spent most of last week filing something or other. I'm not sure. And today I'm multi-tasking, i.e. I had lunch and wrote this entry



Above: The choices left to me in life.



Please don't let your friends turn 30. It's quite simply...unAmerican.