Spoken like a true 20 year old who has no concept of what health at 75 looks like. The alcohol hangovers will last multiple days, you might have a lung condition that prevents you from smoking, your circulation will massively shit the bed off stimulants (think racing heart, cold sweats, feeling weak, anxiety) and opioids… well, opioids might be mostly okay except for the constipation I guess. Withdrawals might incapacitate you for months though.
Yeah, that’s why I mostly took my retirement in my twenties and thirties when you can enjoy it. In my forties I’m having to work to pay back the debts and survive and stuff but that’s made bearable by the knowledge of drugs which I gained early in life. If I somehow accidentally make it close to sixty I want to have enough credit score that I can start borrowing again, I’ll be able to do it a lot more illegally this time and enjoy my twilight days until one of the gangs I owe vast sums to catches up to me and organizes a burial at sea.
I believe that everyone should smoke, drink, and enjoy the occasional hard drug- just start when you’re 75 or 80. Fucking party on the way out.
What it gonna do, kill you?
Spoken like a true 20 year old who has no concept of what health at 75 looks like. The alcohol hangovers will last multiple days, you might have a lung condition that prevents you from smoking, your circulation will massively shit the bed off stimulants (think racing heart, cold sweats, feeling weak, anxiety) and opioids… well, opioids might be mostly okay except for the constipation I guess. Withdrawals might incapacitate you for months though.
Yeah, that’s why I mostly took my retirement in my twenties and thirties when you can enjoy it. In my forties I’m having to work to pay back the debts and survive and stuff but that’s made bearable by the knowledge of drugs which I gained early in life. If I somehow accidentally make it close to sixty I want to have enough credit score that I can start borrowing again, I’ll be able to do it a lot more illegally this time and enjoy my twilight days until one of the gangs I owe vast sums to catches up to me and organizes a burial at sea.
constipation, infection, mentally absent, stopping breathing, the crippling pain of withdrawals…
arrogant póster above