So I suppose that this is it...Retirement Lane.
Here I ride.
Who knew social security would still exist?
It does.
Now I have the time to finally be me.
Freedom.
I am pretty much my own boss, doing as I want.
What a blast!
Too bad my old bag'a bones doesn't work as good as it used to.
Reality.
That's alright anyway...there's plenty I can still do.
Get wild!
Let's go golfing, or biking, or to the park.
Entertainment.
Play some cards and smoke some cigars.
Just relax.
How many years of this do I have?
Questions.
Didn't think retirement would ever come.
It did.
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Rowan Finley
Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. Aspiring licensed mental health counselor. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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