I was headed for an art degree but I was really only interested in drugs, booze, and sex. There was construction or the citrus industry. Construction paid better. Beaches bitches and booze. A lot of LSD a lot of Boone's Farm Apple Wine and cheap Canadian whiskey. I chased women until I was tired of running from them and married a little cutie who is my best friend to this day, though we haven't been married for many many years.

I can't imagine anyone having more fun in their lifetime than I did.

Every day at work was an adventure and every night was a party. Weekends were on the lakes, out in the gulf, or over on the east coast

I took an early disability and retired at 55. I'm now 67.

Life is wonderful and I'm living the socialist dream. I get a monthly stipend that pays(most of) my bills, a roof over my head, and cheap healthcare. If I die tonight in my sleep it will be as a happy man with no regrets.

But I want to live a long time so I can see how this bizarre political situation works out over the next decade or two.

Good coffee, good weed, and time on my hands...