I enjoy watching young people make the same mistakes I did 40 years ago.
I define young as being under the age of 50.
Like today's youth, I used to long for a life where I could live outside societal norms, dye my hair purple if I wanted, and not be burdened by needing money.
I call it retirement.
When a pink-haired kid with gauged earlobes and black fingernails looks at me in disgust, it's okay.
I'm wealthy.
Email me for more insight and bitter sarcasm.
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