Without a doubt, Jeff. The angst of the postmodern American male. Our lives have been carefully crafted to give us just enough that we’re not quite unhappy enough to revolt. All it takes is one small kink in the life though. An illness, a death, maybe a divorce and we go flying off the tracks. As long as it happens to only a few of us, and at an age when we’re no longer likely to foment mutiny among the rank and file, we can be tolerated. I’m not sure it’s holding together well, in society at large, anymore. Millenials don’t seem quite as willing to play by the rules.