The American Dream Is a Financial Nightmare
The year was 2001, I was 21-years-old, with one semester of college left. I wasn’t taking school very serious anymore, so me and my roommate we were going through cases of Natural Light beer every week. While I was having fun celebrating the last days of fraternity life, I was also looking forward to the next stage of my life – a nine to five job I had accepted in Madison, Wisconsin.
After graduation I made the move from Illinois, settling into a run-down studio apartment in a seedy neighborhood. It was cheap at $425 a month, but I was...