Catalog

My name is James Anderson, and I was just another cog in the corporate machine. Day in and day out, I trudged through the monotony of my job in Chicago, dreaming of breaking free from the shackles of my dreary existence. Driving down I-75 towards a convention in Columbus, Ohio, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was headed towards another soul-crushing business trip. The classic rock tunes on the radio provided little relief, and the sun setting on the picturesque countryside only served as a bitter reminder of my stagnant life. But fate had other plans for me.