So yesterday I was at the mall with a couple friends, when we noticed a man chasing a clown. I’m not kidding. A man dressed entirely like Bozo. The guy chases him down, catches him, says to him “Rule’s a rule,” then threw the clown into the trunk of his car. I’m not making this …

I’ve been noticing that one thing that changes when you mature is how you measure happiness. I remember not too long ago when I would measure happiness by the number of times I went to Best Buy. I’m learning, however, that happiness does not correlate with what you purchase, but what you make of what …