Fear in a suit walked into my office the other day.

This fifty something sat in front of me and tried to sell me… I can’t remember.

I remember being filled with a horrible fear of that being me in thirty something years.

Spending my time pandering to kids half my age dressed in jeans and a t-shirt.

Working desperately to make someone else a buck and hoping I’ll eventually get thrown a bone.

Screw that.

I’ll create my own money, thank you.

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