Where's The Beef?

Ok so I decided to start a blog. This is where I drink the piss of society and piss it out again all over pages of the internet. And so it begins before I started with Where's The Beef?, a rhetorical question signifying my quest for substance.

At the time of writing I'm 27 and sitting in a cupboard with a bottle of red wine. 27 years have cumulated to this point. I think you get the point. I need to find the beef.