Sean Verbinski was a shitty guy who had burned through a baker’s dozen of shitty jobs by the time he was twenty-three. Because he was young, enjoyed the party lifestyle, was obstinately undereducated and still lived with his parents, the vocational washout situation was not really surprising to anyone. And the young man’s status was not likely to change anytime soon since his motivation was nil. Sean’s hobbies were sleep, masturbation and more sleep. After one particularly nasty argument with the parental units about his failure to launch, Sean went out and got a tattoo of a leech on the creamy inner skin of his right…