The Levels of Not Giving a Shit in Your 50s are Insane

I was on a day job call the other day, and we were talking about doing deals. A guy I’m doing work for told me that I needed to get this deal closed so I could get all that money in my retirement account. This was clearly a potshot at my age. So okay, fine. I’ll get that deal closed , but I’m not about to retire. Never in my life, at 55, would I have thought that I could legitimately do music as a career. As a third career, if I wanted to. But I could. And that is so freeing. It allows you to take comments like that and literally not give a shit. And same with the music. If you’ve got a decent day job, you can not take a gig or just quit a band because you’re not going to deal with a bunch of drama, whatever. The level of not giving a shit in your 50s is for real. You kind of realize that the real world didn’t exist after all, and what the hell happened between your hilarious 20s and now? A lot of people I know are trying to orchestrate a return to those kind of carefree days. I guess…