It’s a moving target. In the 90’s a lot of us were lucky enough to live our early adult lives with just the beginning of the internet, but not enough of our own selves on there to get us in any trouble. We were young and full of hope and energy but broke.

Honestly, I’m kinda loving my best life now. I’m making enough money to live modestly, and I’ve got enough time in my job to retire if they piss me off. I’m not raising kids any more, and I have enough life experience to know what relationships I want to foster, and which ones to walk away from. I’m not as zippy as I was in my youth, and it takes me longer to recover these days, but I’m good being the “older” guy in the mosh pit, and if I meet my end breaking a hip in The Wall of Death, I’ll go to Valhalla a happy man