No, Mister Bond. I expect you to retire.

Jesica came to town today to take me out to lunch on Arvest’s dime and talk about my retirement, or more specifically, how they would rather be the ones to hold on to it for me. It all seems a little morbid to plot out your money so that you ideally run out right as you die. For me, retirement seems more like a point in my life where I’ll reach “fuck-it” and sail away into the horizon after the sun. Presumably I’ll be raided by pirates and subsequently eaten by sharks. This seems okay.

After work, I came home and spent the evening with the boys playing PUBG. I’ve said it before, but that game really makes me want to upgrade my gaming setup. The only problem is that now I can’t stop thinking I should save every penny for retirement.

How exactly does one “win” the game of life?

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