Being in a position where I can move out to nowheresville to be a fisherman and shit like that... living in a house on a hill overlooking the ocean with a nice track leading down to the water, owning a little boat & beatup pickup truck that still works great, growing my own fruit & veg, tending to chickens, shit like that. If I have a wife and a couple of daughters, then even better. If not, at least I have my right hand... or left hand if some shit goes wrong with the fishing gig.
Funny thing is that it takes money, real money, to no longer be concerned about money. Another alternative is Xanax.
But then again Xanax is not free.
Reality is a fucking bitch.
Another 10 years. He who dares, Rodders, he who dares.
