It was 1990, I was 24 years old and I didn’t think my life could get any worse. I had just finished college and my financial situation was worse than dire. The country was in the midst of an economic depression. A long dismal winter had just given up the ghost and to top it all off I was in the middle of a horrific break-up with a vengeful girlfriend. Of course it was pathetically naive of me to think that life couldn’t get any worse and life wasted no time proving that fact. My relationship w.