A tale as old as time, or at least since the 1960s. Sometimes genuinely bad things happen to people and that is a tragedy. Most of the time people are just complaining about some greater power fucking them over because they don't want to have the reason for their lot in life staring back at them in the mirror. Draper twisting these little holier than thou hippie dinks into a pretzel will never get old. The story feels as relevant as ever.