I Wish I Was This Old Dude Rocking Out At Phish So Badly. So, So Badly




I think about this shit pretty much every Sunday while I’m sitting on the beach, dreading the drive back to Boston. Could I be someone like this? A guy who just lives to have fun? Don’t get me wrong, I don’t have the most difficult job in the world. But at the end of the day I have obligations and a place that I need to be on Monday morning. I can’t just live on the beach and sip Coronas. But this guy? Never in his life has he known when his next paycheck is coming. Never in his life has he had a moment of clarity and said “Oh I need to stop partying because I’m an adult and have things to do tomorrow.” As long as he knows where his Phish CD and his next drop of Acid are, he’s happier than a pig in shit. I envy that life.



h/t Jesse