Assuming I never hit the Lotto...
The best time of my life is long gone. *sigh*
[shimmeringflashbacksound] 1987. 19 years old. Left home to move in w/my GF that "I was deeply in love with" <--whatever.
Had a car (POS, but a car) had a job. (good money) Had a nice 1-BR apt with the GF that was looking good and taking care of business. We had friends, we went out a lot. What a damn blast.
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Then reality hit. Nasty breakup, police involved, move back in with parents. (how damn embarassing) Bills, bills, bills, layoffs, failed relationships, etc, etc, etc.
Now I am old and jaded making a comfortable living but still not happy. I need a new TV...that would make me happy.
so, my Glory Days are long past. Soon, I will die. But in the meantime, I try to live life to the fullest.